WHAT WERE* DELIGHTFUL EVENINGS IN THE RUSSIA ©, 2015

In this my work, written under memories from a childhood about my mom's natural fascination with just an atmosphere of lavish dances and her expression about Leo Tolstoy's book "The War and Peace" - the first ball of Natasha Rostova exactly - I have changed the time (from "are" to "were") to underline that all that beauty is well in the really beauty past. As of today when the French croissant is everywhere and getting already compared with the pizza or hot-dog, when people go into restaurants to eat, but enjoy, and when that ballroom dances became available as a sport, or, at least as a next show, the romantic is gone ... "There's the only sky in the romantic's blueish eyes ...".

That is.

What the fun, I found in the today's fascination in this very popular song by Russians people, is that there are different interpretation of it through their YouTube channels. At least there are two approaches: 1) youtube.com/watch?v=e5TAJj2_qzQ - "the drunken country" and next one - 2) youtube.com/watch?v=WRYnwDKkEbs - as for "the entertaining country". There is a play of word in Russian language, when the original word "упоительны (вечера)" may be in a joyful manner said, and understood as being drunken too much ("упоить" - to make somebody well drunk); there is just one from established proofs of such an intrpretation posted in Russian version of the song as a kind of a humor.

WHAT WERE* DELIGHTFUL EVENINGS IN THE RUSSIA

What are delightful evenings in the Russia

The Love, champagne, sunsets and alleys

Oh, beauty summer, joys and promenades

What were | delightful evenings in the Russia

The lavish dances, beauties, servants, junkers

The Shubert's waltzes, crunch of croissant that of the France

The Love, champagne, sunsets and alleys

What were | delightful evenings in the Russia

What were delightful evenings in the Russia

In glare of the sunset the summer always blazes

There's the only sky in the romantic's blueish eyes

What were | delightful evenings in the Russia

Let say that all is dream and that a love is just a play

You do not care what express my impulses and hugs

Whether I were reborn, or being alive I'm gonna to remember

What were delightful evenings in the Russia

Let say that all is dream and that a love is just a play

You do not care what express my impulses and hugs

Whether I were reborn, or being alive I'm gonna to remember

What were delightful evenings in the Russia

What are delightful evenings in the Russia ...

By BORIS K'ZORIN,

the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2015

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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC

КАК УПОИТЕЛЬНЫ В РОССИИ ВЕЧЕРА