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Poems about the city of Mytishchi - a collection of poems about a city near Moscow
There is nothing more beautiful and purer in the world than Mytishchi near Moscow - the City of passion and anxiety, Beauty along the railway.
Rhymer Pasha
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Whoever has not seen Mytishchi at night has not seen the Motherland of freedom. As the moon touches the shining roofs, So I was somewhere on the side.
The giant houses are quietly dozing, And the devouring wind is ringing in my ears: Either its gusts are shaving my kidneys, Or they are aiming at my very heart.
Don't let me go - wonderful coolness, Don't let me leave the balcony! Today - you are my joy, You are the golden icon of the moment!
And even if we are here for seconds, Even if we are alone to the point of directness, But, while we don’t need to weave life, Let us stop the moment of pleasant emptiness...
Whoever has not seen Mytishchi at night has not seen my soul. There are such free roofs here... I could vegetate on them forever...
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Rukavishnikov Andrey
Mytishchi near Moscow from a modest settlement In a beautiful fairy-tale city rose to the sky, From brick and marble with boulevards and Temples Here cozy streets grow upward over the years.
Oh, Mytishchi, you Mytishchi, no one will be superfluous here, Here guests and loved ones are welcome and greeted as if they were relatives, City of sports, city of thought, become even brighter and cleaner, May the happiness of your inhabitants remain with you.
Factories with institutes, accessible routes have merged with Moscow train stations into one, so that residents, children, and parents can safely reach the capital of our homeland.
Oh, Mytishchi, you Mytishchi, no one will be superfluous here, Here guests and loved ones are welcome and greeted like family, City of sports, city of thought, become even brighter and cleaner, May the happiness of your inhabitants remain with you.
There is a place for a pause here - the ponds and the Yauza River are waiting for everyone as a place of rest for both body and soul. After all, people really like to relax by the water, and they always rush here during free hours.
Oh, Mytishchi, you Mytishchi, no one will be superfluous here, Here guests and loved ones are welcome and greeted like family, City of sports, city of thought, become even brighter and cleaner, May the happiness of your inhabitants remain with you.
We are all in love with him here, walking around inspired, And fountains of joy erupt with fountains of spray. We like it more and more, it gives us a feeling of celebration. We may be so different, but the city is our life!
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Victor Nikushin
Spring has come to my Mytishchi; The illness will recede, away with the blues! The streams are in a hurry to ring with delight, They want to open the gates to warmth.
And the Icicles will bow politely from the roofs, barely holding on, And the first rain will “eat up” the snowdrifts - It’s time for the Earth to turn green.
And, the ray of the Sun will lower the gate, Ask to remove the mittens, Throwing “gold” onto the city, Nature will begin to revive.
The boat on the Yauza is ready to send the merchant's goods on their way, and is waiting for the owner's command, pumping the oars slightly.
Fountains in the central square Tired of sleeping - unbearable. New novels will begin to swirl, As soon as the drowsiness is washed away.
And, the saddest city dweller, having taken a vow of silence, looking down like a convict, whispers to himself: Spring, hello.
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Mytishchi, washed with dew, greets the first ray of light. There is nothing nicer and purer And there is nothing more beautiful.
Cars are honking in traffic jams, illegal immigrants are making noise everywhere. But I timidly admit to myself: I really missed Mytishchi.
Yes, there are places that are more comfortable, safer, more gentle, where there is no fuss on weekdays and no fuss on Sundays.
There are more beautiful cities, but they don’t have the Perlovka station. I'm always blue, every evening, I get off at this stop.
Wurst Klotzka
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Whoever has not seen Mytishchi at night has not seen the Motherland of freedom. As the moon touches the shining roofs, So I was somewhere on the side.
The giant houses are quietly dozing, And the devouring wind is ringing in my ears: Either its gusts are shaving my kidneys, Or they are aiming at my very heart.
Don't let me go - wonderful coolness, Don't let me leave the balcony! Today - you are my joy, You are the golden icon of the moment!
And even if we are here for seconds, Even if we are alone to the point of directness, But, while we don’t need to weave life, Let us stop the moment of pleasant emptiness...
Whoever has not seen Mytishchi at night has not seen my soul. There are such free roofs here... I could vegetate on them forever...
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If there is no food, gas, electricity or water at home. Come visit us in Mytishchi, half an hour away. They will feed you and give you something to drink, And they will let you spend the night, They will warm you up, calm you down, They will kiss your hands. All your ailments will be cured, all conditions will be created, and you will be provided with work, and you will have a family.
And the children will be placed in a nursery, As soon as they are born - at this very hour, You will be here with us, rolling around in butter like cheese. And when in this world you are tired in soul, They will print a big obituary about you in the newspaper. They will find a quiet place, they will remember you with a kind word, come to us in Mytishchi, even for a few minutes.
Irtenev Igor
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My city is surrounded by flowers. Temples, river. There are bridges above it. The symbol of eternal love is next to us. This is where our dreams come true. The beauty of DK is amazing! And greatness breathes in everything! Let Mytishchi always win! Let them get better every day!
Goryainova Lidiya
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I love to watch the landscapes of my native city, I have lived here with my family a lot, and I don’t want to leave my favorite places.
Gor Rost
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I cannot imagine wandering along foreign shores, I love the clear bliss in the fields, I indulge in my dreams there.
I love walls whiter than fluff, I love flower beds, planted flowers, Without you, Mytishchi, my veins freeze, I’m ready to spend my whole life with you.
I am not tormented by the desires of others, I won’t even go to other cities, I love my city honestly, strictly! Stop the earth, I'll get off...
What do you dream of on a sleepless night With the hum of rare night trains, An enfilade of spacious carriages Carrying away into the distance to the east?
Huge thousands of kilometers to the outskirts of a great country... All roads go through Mytishchi - This means that Mytishchi is very necessary.
Having received food for the journey, you will shout “sorry” to those seeing you off, the train will start... and... you are in Mytishchi, you are at the beginning of a long journey.
At the end of the week, Having eaten a pound of salt and two sausages, Passengers from Vladivostok are checking their watches in Mytishchi.
Without self-interest he guards Moscow at his post in cold and heat. I don’t know what you’re dreaming of. I dreamed of my native city.
Ershov Eduard
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Glorious is the native land and holy - the capital of the Moscow region. Known to the world, they say, since the Middle Ages.
Then it was known as a village. The merchant people who paid the duties simply called the place Yauzsky Mytishche. No one could have known what would soon happen here.
Centuries flowed by like water in the Yauza. The honest people lived in peace, and so... The Empress once decided to build a water supply system for Moscow.
Since then everything has started spinning and spinning. The region began to grow stronger and more people grew. The factories stuck their pipes into the sky, in an effort to overtake themselves and time.
Now Mytishchi has turned into a city. Moscow's boyfriend is reliable and businesslike. Stable, like a clock - in heat and cold, Supplying the beauty with water.
Having reached a speed in development comparable to the speed of the country, Our city is not afraid of work, And the heads of its people are full of ideas
So quickly, as if it were in a fairy tale, the Arena and the Red Whale were erected, the auto interchanges are now next in line, and the metro is already thundering with plans with might and main
Having arranged a chase with competitors, For the title of the pearl of the country, We believe that no one will catch up with us! “Mytishchi Cranes” will win everyone again!
Fursov Pavel
