The house of peals of thunder-storms -
the hoary Kazbek is beneath the clouds.
Snows are keeping any-old years
the Peace of elusive dreams.

There far-off worlds are visible us.
Only the echoes of the avalanche,
Sometimes, are hearing from the up top
what to are worried the age-old dreams.

There by ledges of cliffs are broken near,
at night where the storm could reigning here,
in the morning it could slowly leave us
After retiring for the Tseysky Pass.

To Walking down the fatal rapids,
The young Terek is resting, played,
with brings away to the foothills of the rocks,
its roar what are filling at brown gorges.

But the roar of the noisy young Terek
from the heights of vertices can not hear.
The Kazbek, in silence, is alone,
is here over the Tersky canyon.

Мы верим звездной высоте.
Наш путь к орбитам устремлен.
Одной мечтой, в одной судьбе
Пространством мир объединен.

The Solar rays warms us.
Naive to think sometimes:
"As the sun lights the lens ring,
Perhaps the sun - there is the fire.'
But there is no the solar fire.
The Sun shone like the lightning by
are circling of the solar sphere,
unated closed at its center.
There are, apparently, in the center, the union
of charge of the planetary forces.
And this force creates - the friction by
behind the solar axis' Torsion .
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Огонь лучей нас согревает.
Наивный думает порой,
Коль Солнце линзу зажигает,
Наверно Солнце - есть огонь.
Но нет ни пламени ни жара.
Подобно молниям светясь,
Заряды солнечного шара,
Сомкнулись в центр его, крутясь.
Есть, видно, в центр притяжение
Зарядов планетарных сил.
И силой создается трение
Кручения солнечной оси.