Nikolai Kochetkov's collection of poems is like a chamber concert dedicated to the subtlest nuances of human relationships. His poetry is the confession of a man acutely aware of the fragility of existence and the value of every moment spent with loved ones. These poems lack pathos or moralizing, only a sincere desire to hold on to fleeting time and preserve the warmth of feelings. "Never part with your loved ones" is not just a phrase, but a life principle that permeates every word, every line. Here, love is revealed in all its diversity: as joy, as pain, as quiet hope.
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Meeting
A meeting is like a crack in glass, unexpected, yet fateful. It reflects everything about you, and a mystery once unearthly. A meeting is a brief chime, in an empty, abandoned cathedral. As if someone were captivated by us, in a forgotten, midnight sea. And now, silence, and a glance, and a timid gesture, and anticipation. As if time does not call, and we have no other calling.
Loss
Loss is a quiet snow, falling slowly on the heart. It drowns out pain and sin, and all vanishes without a trace. Loss is the sound of glass shattering against rough stone. As if life itself had passed, leaving us no sign. And only in memory does that image live on, bright and distant. And the echo whispers: "He's gone..." Into an eternal world, quiet and boundless.
Expectation
Anticipation is like a thin smoke, curling in an empty room. It fills everything around, whispering of silent love. Anticipation is like a quiet rain, drumming on glass. It promises light and trembling, and a new, happy destiny. And the heart beats ever stronger, anticipating a cherished meeting. And the world becomes clearer, and everything around becomes brighter and lighter.
Parting
Separation is a gray day, without sun, wind, or hope. When the soul is filled with only shadow, and the heart is torn without clothing. Separation is a long train, carrying happiness far away. And only in memory remains, the silent, sad praise of love. But even in this silence, I feel you, my dear. And I believe that the love that never leaves us will come to me.
Letter
A letter is like a bird from a hand, released on a long journey. It contains all my dreams, my longings, and my faith in happiness, as if in God. A letter is like a quiet conversation, with someone who is now so far away. It contains every sigh, every reproach, and the milk of a trembling heart. And I hope that a response to this message will come. And that our love will not die, far away, in someone else's memory.
Silence
Silence is like an old house, Where everything is saturated with melancholy. Here, every sigh is familiar, And every rustle is pain. Silence is like a winter forest, Forgotten, abandoned, silent. There is no joy or miracles here, Only cold, hidden gloom. But even in this silence, I hear your voice, my beloved. And I believe that the love that is unshakable in the heart will come to me.
Parting
Farewell is like a bitter taste, On a tongue washed with tears. As if the world around us has collapsed, And everything is covered with heaven. Farewell is like a quiet sigh, Of the last love departing. As if time has stood still, In endless, pale sorrow. But I hope that the day will come, Of our new, bright meeting. And our love will not die, Far away, in a strange, cold oven.
Memory
Memory is like an old, dusty closet, where forgotten things are hidden. There lies youth, joy, pain, and character, and echoes of past rumblings. Memory is like a quiet, stellar hour, when the soul is filled with dreams. There, everything that was has not faded, and awaits its remembrance. And I keep you within me, as the most precious, bright gift. And I believe that in my destiny, you will be forever, like a glow.
Dream
Sleep is like the other side, Where everything is possible, everything is different. Where there is neither pain nor guilt, Only silence and radiant light. Sleep is like a short flight, Into a world of dreams and illusory desires. Where the heart joyfully sings, And there is neither fear nor suffering. And I will find you in a dream, And embrace you, and touch you. And in this fairy tale I will drown, And never wake again.
Rain
Rain is like tears from heaven, wearily washing the earth. It whispers of love and miracles, and that nothing is accidental. Rain is like a quiet melody, pouring from a gray canvas. It fills the heart with sadness, and leaves stains on the soul. But even in this rain, I see your image, bright. And I believe that the love that is in my heart, selfless, will come to me.
Wind
The wind is like a free wanderer, seeking refuge in the distance. It whispers of love and mystery, and that we are all ships. The wind is like the quiet sigh of the earth, yearning for sun and warmth. It carries away sorrows, and gives the heart light and wings. And I let the wind into my chest, hoping that it will carry my love for you, just a little, and that your heart will find it.
Mirror
A mirror is like a window into ourselves, where our secret is reflected. There are youth, old age, life and fate, and the pain that is in the heart for a reason. A mirror is like a quiet, wise friend, who knows everything about us, silently. It sees our fears and fright, and our happiness, so freely. And I look in the mirror now, and I see you in it, my beloved. And I believe that in my eyes, love for you burns invisibly.
Light
Light is like hope in the darkness, showing the way to salvation. It warms the soul in emptiness, and gives inspiration to the heart. Light is like a smile on the lips, blossoming into a moment of joy. It conquers fear and dust, and gives life renewal. And I seek you in the light, like a moth flying to a flame. And I believe that in my destiny, you, my love, are my salvation.
Shadow
A shadow is a reminder of the past, of pain, fear, and loss. That everything passes, everything is possible, and that love knows no bounds. A shadow is a riddle, a secret, hidden in the depths of our souls. It holds a trace of memories, and whispers of love in the silence. And I follow your shadow, hoping that it will lead me to you, my dream, my destiny, and that my heart will come alive again.
Sea
The sea is like eternity, like a dream, Where the waves whisper of love. That life is but a strip of land, And that we are all ships in it. The sea is like a mirror of the heavens, Reflecting the moonlight. It holds within itself wonders, And the secret of eternal, ancient years. And I stand on the shore, And look into the distance, where the horizon lies. And I believe that love will come to us, That love that will never die in the heart.