In the evening time
I went for a stroll in the meadows,
I needed to scatter my bitterness there
and find some flowers for my beloved
I was hiking for a long time.
The light of sun was fading away.
I saw different blooms,
I couldn't find proper flower for my love.
No! The dear flower
was not found in the valleys;
Without a blue flower
I ran home, My heart was miserable heart.
But near the stream
I noticed dear flower.
I plucked forget-me-not flower
Tears rolled from my eyes..
I sighed and said:
"Keep in mind me, my friend!
Do not give me you gold,
Just give me yourself!
What joy will I find in rich gift?
Just simply say: I love you! "
Grigory Aleksandrovich Khovansky
Translation and Photography by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan