Larissa I. Ayvazyan

Unrealizable Dream

I would live through this day somehow,

Having spent all acting art.

Do not me to cast aspersions on the fence

In my speeches, deeds, feelings.

It's not true that all people are lying,

I don’t want to be insincere.

Openness with a lie does not live together,

In life I always cry for deception.

But how to deal with someone you do not hurt

At the birthday party, honors.

And even if you see the disadvantages:

Pride, authority and heavy temper?

Here you just act like a relative,

One can only be a conversation.

Bypassing the flaws side,

And on the merits you stress!

Falsehood in lies or holy lies?

After all, she is the holy one...

But a lie is not true, no matter how you turn it,

And maybe sometimes it saves?

In Garmony With Good Form

Why not come back to basics,

To the nobility of Russian families.

So that morals do not become cruel,

It is necessary to remember: we live among people.

Information age is so impetuous,

But we do not honor the truths of the capital,

Do not call anyone respectfully,

Neither strangers nor elderly people.

In simplicity and blind imitation

We began to forget the rules.

If someone has achieved recognition,

Everyone is ready to dignify him!

There is no sadness that the hair with gray,

Experience, years - the old woman is ours...

That lady in her age under eighty

It is very fashionable to call “just Masha”.

Russian women are worthy, not mistresses.

They have the character and will, and strength.

Appeal to the lady "madam",

She deserves such appeal in her life!

Music Without Fuss

What to do when the heart is empty,

Than to live when melancholy oppresses.

Only eternal art

Leads you in darkness to light.

Bird's trill alone is not enough,

Though gently caresses us hearing.

For centuries, music sounded

As a doctor and as a true friend.

Beethoven was carrying calm,

And Schubert - a strong, sweet dream.

And it was a relief to everyone

Who was in love with Mozart!

Their fugues, plays, serenades

Loved by many today,

And music is always a reward,

You will survive in the wilderness with her!

And the songs do not forget the poets,

They cannot be deaf.

Lucky, in whom there is sensitivity,

It's easier to write poems.

Singer to take the right key,

The poet does not forget about rhyme.

In verse there is sound and musicality,

They sound in a special rhythm!

Larissa  I. Ayvazyan

Larissa  I. Ayvazyan: (Lara Ayvazyan) Born on September 21, 1955 in town of Borschev, the USSR, Russian, femail. In 1978 graduated from the Moscow State Institute of Culture (specialization – foreign children’s  literature). As a singer appeared with concerts in Russia and abroad (the USA, Sweden, Bulgaria). Released 12 musical albums. Her songs are on the air at various Russian and foreign radio stations. Along with musical career has been writing poems. Her pieces of poetry were printed in internet poetry magazine “New Literature”. She is the Member of International Association of Writers and Artissts (IWA). In February, 2016 her new edition of poems “Age of Happiness” was brought out. In January 2019, another edition of poems “Second wind” was published. Lara Ayvazyan has been appearing with her songs and poems at a number of stages of Moscow.