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The Mysterious Box

The West Wind is strengthening:

It's blowing from the sea.

They're singing so strangely

What  can it  be?

The waves are breaking on the rocks

And playing with the stars.

This night is  like a cardboard box.

It makes me gay at once.

I'm wandering on silver tracks

I'm talking to the moon

I feel like in a fairytale

But morning will come soon.

The leaves are like the tickets

To an amusing  world.

I’m eager  to continue this

But time is vain like gold.

This morning will soon open

The Mysterious box.

The night will soon be broken,

Displayed on all the clocks.

Motorhead's life

I find just hope in your eyes.
You want to live with us.
You have never understood
 we are the members of brotherhood.
Your soul is light
But soon it can die.
It's burning and crazy.
And we are most lazy.
Together. Tonight
We're going inside!
I want to come back
But Hell's on my neck.
I stand on the way
Where nothing can stay.
I'd cut off my wings
To feel open winds.
I'm burning in races
Without the faces,
Without the life.
I can only drive.
The races and speed
Are all that  I need.
I'd waste all my time 
And now I must die...

I still remember

I do still remember her quaint and odd  eyes.

They were so delightful and green like spring grass.

She was strangely humming her sweet melody

When we were together, we were twins indeed

We walked on the Moon,

We played the guitars.

Just last afternoon

The world was for us.

The dragonflies on roses,

The swallows in the sky.

I don't know what's between us.

This feeling must not die

I’m keenly aware of her echo tune

Ambiguous answers I gave were but  few

We’re only together like two flying birds

One time like forever: are needed the words?

   Outcast

A tear down your cheek,

A stone into your back

Soothing is but weak-

In store is another whack.

A glare in your eyes

You’ve got used to it.

Exterior disguise,

The cry inside forbid!

From an open window

Your backpack was flung.

For no evident reason

You were craftily stung.

They ignore you for fun,

They tease you for joy.

There’s nowhere to run,

No troops to deploy

You ‘re a vulnerable moth,

You are scared of flame.

You are dreaming of both:

Your revenge and their blame.

You are aching all over,

No guts to endure.

Your desire to hover

Will be there to lure

No revenge, no remorse.

No real way out.

Just the sentence too coarse:

“You are simply cast out”

The Kingdom of Winter

        — Winter has come! — Little Stacy screamed. — Lucy! Look out of the window! All paths, trees, houses and even people are white!

        Lucy had just woken up. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. She was having such a nice dream when her younger sister interrupted it just to say that winter had come. ''Oh, children are so careless!'' — Lucy thought. — ''They always want to play and frolic...''

        — What happened, Stacy? I had such a wonderful dream. Why did you wake me up so early? — Lucy asked.

        — Winter, Lucy! It has come! Lucy! We can play snowballs, sledge, make snowmen. Please, Lucy. Let's go out for a walk. — Stacy was running around her sister jerking her by the edge of her T-shirt.

        Red locks of her hair were randomly located on Lucy's head. Her emerald eyes, green like the grass, were sleepy. The girl was not awake yet. Lucy went to the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee.

        — What day is it today, Stacy? — Lucy asked, making coffee.

        — Today is Sunday, sister! Look! The sun has also woken up! I want to go out as soon as possible!

        — Oh, Stacy... I'm still drowsy. I have been really exhausted recently. Can’t I have a good rest at least on Sunday when I want to be left alone.

        Big brown eyes were staring at Lucy innocently. The child wanted to play! Why didn't Lucy want to play with her?

        — Dear. I had been working the whole week and I had been looking forward to the weekend… I'm really tired and want to relax. I can hardly open my eyes.

        Stacy's eyes were welled with tears. Actually, so were Lucy’s.

        — O. K... Where do you fancy going?

        — I want to visit ''Winter''!

        — What? Are you serious? We can't go there.

        — Please, Lucy! — Stacy was begging.

        — Stacy! What do you know about the Kingdom of Winter?

        — There are a lot of mysterious animals. The Kingdom of Winter is the best place in the world. I've read a lot about this place.

        — Oh, dear, it's just the book of fairytales. You mustn't believe all that you read.

        — It's true! If you don't go there with me, I will run alone!

        — Stacy, but...

        Tears filled the child's eyes again.

        — Just don't cry, Stacy. I'm going with you...

        After breakfast the sisters took their backpacks, got dressed in warm clothes and set off on their journey to the mysterious Kingdom of Winter.

        No sooner had the girls  got out of their house than Lucy’s phone rang. The girl hastily closed the door and began fumbling through  her pockets in search of the mobile.
        —Yes? finally she replied.
        — Lucy? Vanessa speaking. Hi, can you come round in half an hour? I have something for you . — The voice was not familiar at all.
        — Sorry, are we acquainted? — Lucy said.
        — No, but it is not so important. You must come to me. And bring Stacy along. Campton Street, 29. Don't waste time! – Silence in the phone
        — Who was that? — Little Stacy inquired.
        I don't know. But it seems that we have to slightly change the route. — Lucy replied in confusion. We are going to Campton Street, 29.

                                                   * * *

        — Where is this house 29?! —the girls had been  wandering down Campton Street for an hour, but the house was not there. — Looks like someone decided to make fun of us, Stacy.Let’s go home, I'm tired... I can barely stand on my feet.
        —  But what about the Kingdom of Winter? You promised, didn’t you! I'm not going anywhere until we have  found the Kingdom. — Stacy  said stubbornly and stamped her tiny feet on the surface of the crisp snow.  The snowflakes burst in an upright gasp from a strong blow.
        A nice smile appeared on  Lucy' face. Stacy was so funny when she got angry. Her cheeks immediately blushed, making freckles more visible, she blew lips exactly the same as I did. All the little kids try to look more serious. And she put her hands on the chest like a very important person.
        —Do you know where the Kingdom of Winter is? — finally asked Lucy, barely holding back a smile.
        — Yes, it is to the North-East from our house.
        — We are in the North-East from our house. There is no Kingdom here. Only old cottages painted in absurd colours like your doll’s houses. Stacy, there is no Kingdom of Winter...
        — It should be here! I read in a book...
        — Stacy, it's just a book of fairy tales...
        —  Believe me, finally! See, there, between the houses. Lucy, it is glowing!
        Across the street from where they stood, there were two strange houses. One was a battered and completely run-down one: time hadn’t spared it. Its roof was  emerald like  Lucy’s eyes which had lost their youth and belief in miracles. The other   house was the complete opposite of the first one. It had been only recently built. The roof shone with naivety and kindness, it had a baby look. It was covered  with  chocolate tiles which seemed to taste like a happy childhood.
        Between the houses something was really sparkling. But  nothing could have been squeezed in between them except for tiny cans of soda. The houses stood very close to each other, but between them there was a very narrow gap. Stacy came closer and looked between the houses. In the distance there was a narrow door with a sign “29” and the gold patterned inscription

 “ Kingdom of Winter”.
        Stacy knocked. The door opened slightly and a little creature resembling the elves from the book of fairy tales slipped out.
        — Hello, young ladies. My name is Vanessa. I am from the Kingdom of Winter. You are a little late, —  said a thin, but confident voice. The girl was not more than a couple of inches tall. She was floating in the air. Her blue wings were moving quickly.
        — Good Morning, Vanessa. So you do really exist! I knew! I believe it! Lucy! Come here quickly! —  Stacy was overjoyed.
        — I... I don't believe my eyes! Fairy tale... real? Vanessa, I ceased to believe in your world at the age of 16 when I went to college. I’ve got so many things to ask you, so much to tell... — Lucy was confused.
        —  Lucy? Do you know her? Do you believe too? Lucy! — Stacy ran to hug his sister.
        — Excuse me, young ladies, for interrupting but you're too late. Lucy, I told you: come  in half an hour. And now the portal is about to close. You do not have time.
        — But... we were here  5 minutes later after your called. We could not find your home...
        — Attention sometimes should be paid to details, young lady. And next time, please, be more punctual.
        — Next time?
        — Yes, the portal will be open next year on the same day. Please, come without delay. The Kingdom of Winter can not wait for their princesses for good.
        No sooner had the girls said anything than Vanessa flew out of the door and closed it with the other hand.
                                                  

                                                   * * *

        — Mom and dad will not believe us, Lucy! The  Kingdom of Winter exists! — Stacy cried, hiding in a warm blanket.
        Lucy was sitting on the couch in silence. She could not believe in what had happened to them. She had long ceased to think like a child,  to believe in fairy tales. And as a person who had got  a degree of physics and mathematics, she couldn’t  believe in miracles. And suddenly it turned out that she was going to be a Princess! And the main thing —  the Princess of her  Kingdom of Winter!
        — I don't know what happened today, and how to explain it, Stacy. But I know one thing for sure: we'll be back there next year!

The end.

The Mysterious Box

The West Wind is strengthening:

It's blowing from the sea.

They're singing so strangely

What  can it  be?

The waves are breaking on the rocks

And playing with the stars.

This night is  like a cardboard box.

It makes me gay at once.

I'm wandering on silver tracks

I'm talking to the moon

I feel like in a fairytale

But morning will come soon.

The leaves are like the tickets

To an amusing  world.

I’m eager  to continue this

But time is vain like gold.

This morning will soon open

The Mysterious box.

The night will soon be broken,

Displayed on all the clocks.

Motorhead's life

I find just hope in your eyes.
You want to live with us.
You have never understood
 we are the members of brotherhood.
Your soul is light
But soon it can die.
It's burning and crazy.
And we are most lazy.
Together. Tonight
We're going inside!
I want to come back
But Hell's on my neck.
I stand on the way
Where nothing can stay.
I'd cut off my wings
To feel open winds.
I'm burning in races
Without the faces,
Without the life.
I can only drive.
The races and speed
Are all that  I need.
I'd waste all my time 
And now I must die...

I still remember

I do still remember her quaint and odd  eyes.

They were so delightful and green like spring grass.

She was strangely humming her sweet melody

When we were together, we were twins indeed

We walked on the Moon,

We played the guitars.

Just last afternoon

The world was for us.

The dragonflies on roses,

The swallows in the sky.

I don't know what's between us.

This feeling must not die

I’m keenly aware of her echo tune

Ambiguous answers I gave were but  few

We’re only together like two flying birds

One time like forever: are needed the words?

   Outcast

A tear down your cheek,

A stone into your back

Soothing is but weak-

In store is another whack.

A glare in your eyes

You’ve got used to it.

Exterior disguise,

The cry inside forbid!

From an open window

Your backpack was flung.

For no evident reason

You were craftily stung.

They ignore you for fun,

They tease you for joy.

There’s nowhere to run,

No troops to deploy

You ‘re a vulnerable moth,

You are scared of flame.

You are dreaming of both:

Your revenge and their blame.

You are aching all over,

No guts to endure.

Your desire to hover

Will be there to lure

No revenge, no remorse.

No real way out.

Just the sentence too coarse:

“You are simply cast out”

The Kingdom of Winter

        — Winter has come! — Little Stacy screamed. — Lucy! Look out of the window! All paths, trees, houses and even people are white!

        Lucy had just woken up. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. She was having such a nice dream when her younger sister interrupted it just to say that winter had come. ''Oh, children are so careless!'' — Lucy thought. — ''They always want to play and frolic...''

        — What happened, Stacy? I had such a wonderful dream. Why did you wake me up so early? — Lucy asked.

        — Winter, Lucy! It has come! Lucy! We can play snowballs, sledge, make snowmen. Please, Lucy. Let's go out for a walk. — Stacy was running around her sister jerking her by the edge of her T-shirt.

        Red locks of her hair were randomly located on Lucy's head. Her emerald eyes, green like the grass, were sleepy. The girl was not awake yet. Lucy went to the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee.

        — What day is it today, Stacy? — Lucy asked, making coffee.

        — Today is Sunday, sister! Look! The sun has also woken up! I want to go out as soon as possible!

        — Oh, Stacy... I'm still drowsy. I have been really exhausted recently. Can’t I have a good rest at least on Sunday when I want to be left alone.

        Big brown eyes were staring at Lucy innocently. The child wanted to play! Why didn't Lucy want to play with her?

        — Dear. I had been working the whole week and I had been looking forward to the weekend… I'm really tired and want to relax. I can hardly open my eyes.

        Stacy's eyes were welled with tears. Actually, so were Lucy’s.

        — O. K... Where do you fancy going?

        — I want to visit ''Winter''!

        — What? Are you serious? We can't go there.

        — Please, Lucy! — Stacy was begging.

        — Stacy! What do you know about the Kingdom of Winter?

        — There are a lot of mysterious animals. The Kingdom of Winter is the best place in the world. I've read a lot about this place.

        — Oh, dear, it's just the book of fairytales. You mustn't believe all that you read.

        — It's true! If you don't go there with me, I will run alone!

        — Stacy, but...

        Tears filled the child's eyes again.

        — Just don't cry, Stacy. I'm going with you...

        After breakfast the sisters took their backpacks, got dressed in warm clothes and set off on their journey to the mysterious Kingdom of Winter.

        No sooner had the girls  got out of their house than Lucy’s phone rang. The girl hastily closed the door and began fumbling through  her pockets in search of the mobile.
        —Yes? finally she replied.
        — Lucy? Vanessa speaking. Hi, can you come round in half an hour? I have something for you . — The voice was not familiar at all.
        — Sorry, are we acquainted? — Lucy said.
        — No, but it is not so important. You must come to me. And bring Stacy along. Campton Street, 29. Don't waste time! – Silence in the phone
        — Who was that? — Little Stacy inquired.
        I don't know. But it seems that we have to slightly change the route. — Lucy replied in confusion. We are going to Campton Street, 29.

                                                   * * *

        — Where is this house 29?! —the girls had been  wandering down Campton Street for an hour, but the house was not there. — Looks like someone decided to make fun of us, Stacy.Let’s go home, I'm tired... I can barely stand on my feet.
        —  But what about the Kingdom of Winter? You promised, didn’t you! I'm not going anywhere until we have  found the Kingdom. — Stacy  said stubbornly and stamped her tiny feet on the surface of the crisp snow.  The snowflakes burst in an upright gasp from a strong blow.
        A nice smile appeared on  Lucy' face. Stacy was so funny when she got angry. Her cheeks immediately blushed, making freckles more visible, she blew lips exactly the same as I did. All the little kids try to look more serious. And she put her hands on the chest like a very important person.
        —Do you know where the Kingdom of Winter is? — finally asked Lucy, barely holding back a smile.
        — Yes, it is to the North-East from our house.
        — We are in the North-East from our house. There is no Kingdom here. Only old cottages painted in absurd colours like your doll’s houses. Stacy, there is no Kingdom of Winter...
        — It should be here! I read in a book...
        — Stacy, it's just a book of fairy tales...
        —  Believe me, finally! See, there, between the houses. Lucy, it is glowing!
        Across the street from where they stood, there were two strange houses. One was a battered and completely run-down one: time hadn’t spared it. Its roof was  emerald like  Lucy’s eyes which had lost their youth and belief in miracles. The other   house was the complete opposite of the first one. It had been only recently built. The roof shone with naivety and kindness, it had a baby look. It was covered  with  chocolate tiles which seemed to taste like a happy childhood.
        Between the houses something was really sparkling. But  nothing could have been squeezed in between them except for tiny cans of soda. The houses stood very close to each other, but between them there was a very narrow gap. Stacy came closer and looked between the houses. In the distance there was a narrow door with a sign “29” and the gold patterned inscription

 “ Kingdom of Winter”.
        Stacy knocked. The door opened slightly and a little creature resembling the elves from the book of fairy tales slipped out.
        — Hello, young ladies. My name is Vanessa. I am from the Kingdom of Winter. You are a little late, —  said a thin, but confident voice. The girl was not more than a couple of inches tall. She was floating in the air. Her blue wings were moving quickly.
        — Good Morning, Vanessa. So you do really exist! I knew! I believe it! Lucy! Come here quickly! —  Stacy was overjoyed.
        — I... I don't believe my eyes! Fairy tale... real? Vanessa, I ceased to believe in your world at the age of 16 when I went to college. I’ve got so many things to ask you, so much to tell... — Lucy was confused.
        —  Lucy? Do you know her? Do you believe too? Lucy! — Stacy ran to hug his sister.
        — Excuse me, young ladies, for interrupting but you're too late. Lucy, I told you: come  in half an hour. And now the portal is about to close. You do not have time.
        — But... we were here  5 minutes later after your called. We could not find your home...
        — Attention sometimes should be paid to details, young lady. And next time, please, be more punctual.
        — Next time?
        — Yes, the portal will be open next year on the same day. Please, come without delay. The Kingdom of Winter can not wait for their princesses for good.
        No sooner had the girls said anything than Vanessa flew out of the door and closed it with the other hand.
                                                  

                                                   * * *

        — Mom and dad will not believe us, Lucy! The  Kingdom of Winter exists! — Stacy cried, hiding in a warm blanket.
        Lucy was sitting on the couch in silence. She could not believe in what had happened to them. She had long ceased to think like a child,  to believe in fairy tales. And as a person who had got  a degree of physics and mathematics, she couldn’t  believe in miracles. And suddenly it turned out that she was going to be a Princess! And the main thing —  the Princess of her  Kingdom of Winter!
        — I don't know what happened today, and how to explain it, Stacy. But I know one thing for sure: we'll be back there next year!

The end.