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Anastasia Volnaya


The book contains selected poetic and prose works of Anastasia Volnaya. Most of the book is presented in English, several sections in Russian.A special place is occupied by aphorisms and essays.Some poetic works in Russian have been published before.





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Anastasia Volnaya





Maxim Zheltov  

Maxim Zheltov 

Anastasia Volnaya,2021

Maxim Zheltov,  ,2021

Maxim Zheltov, ,2021

ISBN978-5-0053-0883-2

     Ridero








Introduction


Anastasia Volnaya is acontemporary author from Russia. She owes her creative perception toher parents: her father, musician Vladimir Danilchenko, and her mother, fashion designer Nadezhda Voronova.

She pays special attention topoetic forms and prose dimensions such essays, stories and fairy tales.

Aselection ofaphorisms stands out separately.

The title ofthe book is related tothe title ofone ofthe chapters ofthis book.

The book is divided into sections. One ofthe sections presents works inthe original language, which is Russian.








About the author


Anastasias creativity is distinguished byaunique poetic technique ofcreating averse. It is based on images that are born inthe imagination ofthe reader after reading. The author uses free and accent methods ofversification. Love, faith, asense ofbeauty, kindness and tenderness laid down byAnastasia Volnaya inher works are transmitted toreaders and encourages them todo good deeds, tofind harmony with the world, tofind faith and love.

Anastasia Volnaya has been published alot inliterary collections (The Shining ofthe Lyre, Muse, Third Breath), music albums were recorded on her poems (the group Noahs Ark and Terenty Travnik recorded the music album The Fifth Season ofthe Year) and many music performers negotiated the use ofverses intheir songs. Together with Maxim Zheltov, she formed the creative association DanZhel the union ofapoet and an artist. Aseries ofworks were published under the general title Poems under Glass. Published inOrthodox editions and newspapers, such as Lampada, Silver Psalter. The first printed book was published in2000. Todate, 15printed books have been published, as well as e-books inRussian and English, including through the Overdrive system and Smashwords, many ofthem are absolutely free.









Another version


These poems and essays are areflection ofTerenty Travniks creativity inmy soul and are dedicated toTerenty Travnik, an artist Irespect and dear brother.

Artistic project poetic illustrations ofAnastasia Volnaya for the paintings ofTerenty Travnik under the general title Another version (Inversion). The collection includes works born in2004.

Anastasia Volnaya and Terenty Travnik







Anastasia Volnaya,2004







Self-portrait


		Tolook inside yourself it is not for everybody.
		Tokeep the look ofyour soul it is not for all ofus.






Autoportrait by T.Travnik (earlyyears)




Quiet place


		The bell ofautumn is quiet.
		Wingedboy
		Sleeps, smiling, inthe foliage
		Inthat blue
		Inthat depth
		Inthat height,
		What suddenly descended tothe ground.
		Quiet place.









Snails andstar


Someone, on adistant, distant planet, created apicture where astar was depicted, enclosed, like apearl, inan ornate shell. The star cautiously released rays tendrils from under its shell and looked fascinated at the heavenly snails, freely shining inthe heights.









Autumn fires


Autumn fires. Everywhere there are yellow, red lightning flashes offlying leaves. The past burns up with the fire ofgold and blood. The path is cleared. The old man the wanderer the silent one walks serenely and decorously. Step is amoment. Step is aday. Step is ayear. Step century









Glad tidings


		Glad tidings
		Natures latehour
		Late time ofafternoon
		Picture.
		Takeoff. Forgiveness.
		The fords ofthe mountain pool.
		Deep water swamp.
		Universe and Earth.
		The Most High Lord andI
		Glad tidings.









Lost shores or amirage intheice


		Churches made ofice and snow are fragile.
		Invain is religion infierce hearts.
		Cowardice,
		Lack offaith,
		Little oflove
		Stones ofthese devilish words
		The way was paved inthe lower hellish circles.
		Churches made ofice and snow are fragile.
		Invain is religion infierce hearts.









Bythe beginning ofthe churchyear


The golden month colored with the light ofthe beauty ofthe night. How beautiful is the darkness that contains the light! The glass angel, standing on the windowsill, was surrounded byahalo oflight reflected init, as if alive, as if animated, he sounded ahymn tothe light inhis little horn. The heart ofdarkness is light. Who believed indarkness? This phantom, myth? Darkness doesnt exist. There is no darkness. Just as there is no death. Darkness is acanvas under the colors oflight. Death is astep toanew life. The glass angel will break someday, but the light that once filled it is eternal. And the anthem that is played on asmall horn will always sound.









Old NewYear


		Phantasmagoria.
		Night is like harmony
		Ofsnow and fire.
		Sun andmoon
		Merged together.
		Eclecticism ofwonderfully mixed symbols.
		Catching imaginary dragonflies the birth ofnew years, with the help ofanet-cap kept bythe gnome.









Daughter ofseptember


Daughter ofSeptember. The sun. Death. Thesun.

Daughter ofseptember. Bride ofoctober. The message ofomnipresent eternity. Maiden ofblessing.

Aglaya.











City ofSilver Roofs


		The city ofsilver roofs.
		Inthe soundless, innot reality, incolorlessness.
		New essence.
		As ingood timeless fairy tales,
		Inthe future, inthe spring
		Silence flows like asymphony
		Hear









DanZhel (poetry and essay under glass)





Parable abouttime


Having no flesh, and therefore feeling pain. With abysses instead ofeyes, and therefore all-seeing. Possessing immeasurable cruelty and therefore giving life. Extremely merciful and therefore killing. Silent and therefore omniscient. All-knowing and therefore silent. From great tothe incomprehensible. From incomprehensible tothe great. Have power over thought and subject only tothought. Eternally living and therefore knowing death. Knowing death and therefore living forever.



1991year




Essay


		He was white and airy.
		She was ahot brunette.
		She built afire forhim.
		He gave her rain.
		She disappeared around the corner ofthe wonderful mansion.
		He became day and looked for her everywhere.
		She exuded stars from the sparks, knowing thathe
		never see them, knowing that they are only forhim.
		He was looking forher.
		He was looking forher.

1998year








Musician


Dedicated tomy father clarinetist Vladimir Danilchenko


The street musician played the evening. The jewels inthe hat at his feet grew darker as the day melted into them. But the flowers waltzed inthe ever-light snow. Passers-by hurried tothe electric suns oftheir homes, leaving living blue sapphires at the musicians feet. The musician played the evening.



1999year









Man and woman


		Two wings,
		Two winds
		Two sides ofthe world
		One flight.

2009year








Pen and paper


The woman is awhite paper sheet. The man is afeather. The paper will readily accept words, thoughts, feelings, images entrusted toit bythe pen. Paper is able tocarefully preserve, glorify and perpetuate what is entrusted toit bythepen.

The paper will forgive blots and mistakes. The paper will make it possible tocorrect the crossed out lines. The paper, like white wings, will gladly lift up tothe sun the essence expressed on its pure heart bythe pen. There is no more fertile soil than apure heart ofpaper. The union ofpen and paper gives rise tothe richest shoots, but only when all the letters are titled with the words Ilove you.



2006year









Kindness


		Iwillgo,
		As indelirium
		On the thinnestice.
		Iwillfind
		That dream
		That star
		Kindness.
		Iwill fall
		Well,let,
		But the path is righteous.
		Iwillrise
		Iwill smile
		Iwill pray
		And go ahead!
		Tothat star
		Kindness

2000year








The berries ofeternity


		With abasket oflight gray heather oftime
		Eternity walked on byfate, as if on berries.
		Inthe forest villages ofthe wingless sleeping tribe
		She looked for herbs for sunny wines and medicines.
		Parallel winds merged inthe unity ofbreath.
		Myrrh gave incense tothe good winds.
		Inthe basket are the buds ofthe spring flowers
		ofthe universe,
		The moisture ofthe rains and the reflection
		ofthe heavenly lightning.
		Inabasket oflight gray heather oftime.

1994year








The letterO


		My wings are dropping
		When Imeetevil
		Without beginning orend
		Without the back ofthe head andface
		Painfully flattenedO
		Screaming crookedO
		There is no smoke init, nofire
		It has no personality, noI.
		O is not my enemy and not my friend,
		Just acurly-sided circle.
		My wingsrise
		When Imeet evil.
		Isoar aboveevil.
		Only sound
		OnlyO,
		Evil is nothing.

2009year








Girl


		Inthe labyrinths ofrain wandersgirl
		Barefoot, blue-eyed.
		The red curl sticks tothe cheek,
		She ate cherries now grimy.
		Laughs like the sun inthe morning
		Over aworld obscurewise
		And everything is easy for her, that is difficult
		And all that is usually amiracle.
		Teach me, deargirl
		Tobe lighter than awhite lily.
		Teach you tobelieve inafairy tale where is summer
		Will decorate the meadows with gouache,
		Where did the carriage come from the pumpkin
		And where is the kind Baba Yaga.
		(Negative character ofRussian fairy tales)
		Teach aquiet song tohear
		That flowers sing, opening.
		Teach how toembroider withoutgold
		Golden patterns dreams.
		Teach me toreach thesky
		Five-rayed palm.
		And believing inreal fiction,
		Stay earthly andpure
		Teach me, dear girl.

2008year








Tothe artist`s pictures





Tothe painting byGrigory Chernetsov DeadSea


		Like adream.
		Like amoan.
		Alioness running along thesea
		Like aghost, amoment or abird.
		And the light is silvery
		Planets ofunknown
		Wonderful,
		Icy,
		Free.

2001year








Tothe canvas byCarlo Dolci Young Christ with abouquet offlowers


		Aboy inpurple robes
		Aboy like thesun
		Holding bouquet
		The brightest colors
		The crown ofapassing childhood
		Divine fate symbol.
		Christ will die young
		Christ will rise up young
		Christ the essence and beacon offaith,
		Truth and love.
		Aboy inpurple robes
		The boy is like thesun.

2001year








Angelus


		Evening as an angel sleeps on acloud.
		Inguise praying tothe divine Earth
		Millets revelation came.
		Angelus.

1998year








Tothe landscape ofIsaac Levitan At the Pond


		Its evening at the pond.
		The water extinguished the mirroredsuns
		Like candles.
		Inthe darkening distance, the lastbird
		Graduated from the song.
		Forerunner
		Flight inadream
		Afading, melting evening.

2001year








We


Dedicated tomy husband Maxim Zheltov


		We are atree.
		Iam the roots.
		You are the trunk
		Goingup.
		Iam the branches.
		And believing
		Into each other
		Weare
		One world
		And eternity.

And God keeps us, as long as We areI.



2001year









TodrawingsbyAubrey Beardsley


		Black outlines.
		White shadows.
		Bycharcoal and bychalk.
		Byspirit and bybody.
		Images aredual




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