August I go to the yard There is blessing in my heart I lift up my eye To take in colors of the sky There is blue and gray vast horizon And white fog a bit... At my heart is so easy I stand and i keep silent. There are bunches of red ashes Among green branches. I smile. I am here alone I am warmed with the light. There are flowers under my feet They are like a paradise hello. I stand near the line Resting from my troubles. I would take brushes and a canvass To create paradise at the land. I am still a visitor here, I want to live so much.