Happy New 2022 Year, Dear Friends! As a Gift I am Giving you a Magic Violin to Each and Everybody of You! Play and Sing without Fear, Please!

New 2022 Year is marching on our planet. It’s celebration started already in Russia, Slovakia. we were meeting them on messenger, whatsup and other mass media (thank goodness for that!), and now the 2022-nd is approaching the American continent. We would like to say warm words to all whom we know personally, and whom we don’t know :”HAPPY 2022 YEAR to you all!. We wish you the very best in your lives!” Below we are sending to you a beautiful music on this topic:

These days the wonderful poem by N.Gumilev (April 15,1886-August 26, 1921) comes to my mind:
@Dear boy, you are so merry,
so light your fine smile.
Do not ask about this happiness
That to the world is poisonous way.
You don’t know, you don’t know,
What’s this VIOLIN, what’s this trial.
What is really dark deep horror
For the beginner of the play.
Light of eyes will disappear,
Tranquil mood will not be found.
For the person who takes this violin
In his imperious hands one day.
Hellish spirits like to listen
To these enchantly kingly sounds.
Rabid wolves are roaming
Here on the violinist’s way.
And forever has to hover
and to beat this crazy bow.
And forever and ever these ringing,
Clear strings have to cry, to ding.
Under the sun and in the snowstorm
In the white surf, here and now.
When the West is flaming brightly,
When the East spreads its burning wing.
You will be tired and slow down,
Stop your song and forget your senses.
You’ll not be able to call and stir
And you cannot have a rest –
So exactly this very moment
Rabid wolves in blood – thirsty frenzy
Sink their teeth into your throat,
Put their paws upon your chest.
Then you realize how evil,
how mocking was this singer,
And your eyes will meet belated
but the dominant FRIGHT.
And the dreary mortal cold
Will twine your bodyup to fingers.
And your friend will be so thoughtful,
And will cry and weep your bride.
You won’t meet here neither gaiety, nor treasures.
But I see – you are laughing now,
In your eyes there are two rays.
Take this violin, my dear!
Look at monsters free of measures,
You will die by death of glory,
In the horrid violinist’s ways.”
translated from Russian into English by manfinnar in 2007 and submitted to Internet in 2017.

I would like to wish for each and everyone to have this year their own MAGIC VIOLIN and play it without fear. That means BIG SUCCESS in your creative projects for people and yourselves. Good luck, my dears!

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