From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Children - are staring of eyes so frightful,   
   Mischievous legs on a wooden floor,   
   Children - is sun in the gloomy motives,   
   Hypotheses' of happy sciences world.   
      
   Eternal disorder in the ring's gold,   
   Tender word's whispers in semi-sleep,   
   On the wall in a cozy child's room, the dreaming   
   Peaceful pictures of birds and sheep.   
      
   Children - is evening, evening on the couch,   
   In the fog, through the window, glimmer street lamps,   
   A measured voice of the tale of King Saltan,   
   Mermaid-sisters of seas from tales.   
      
   Children - is rest, brief moment of respite,   
   A trembling vow before God's eyes,   
   Children - are the world's tender riddles,   
   Where in the riddle the answer hides!   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   http://az.lib.ru/c/cwetaewa_m_i/english_trans.shtml   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)