I gave Martin a difficult task, recording a poem that was over four minutes long)) But he managed it in just two days, almost missed the train, but wrote it down. He wrote this masterpiece! Four waves of goosebumps covered me while listening) I remember that many of you were waiting for this particular passage!) You can download the music in my Telegram channel: https://t.me/mashamatveychuk/35 (link to the post) Text of the poem: I am writing to you - what more? What else can I say? Now, I know, it is in your power To punish me with contempt. But you, for my unfortunate lot Keeping at least a drop of pity, You will not leave me. At first I wanted to remain silent; Believe me: you would never have known my shame, If I had hope Even rarely, even once a week To see you in our village, Just to hear your speeches, Say a word to you, and then Think, think about one thing Day and night until we meet again. But they say you are unsociable; In the wilderness, in the village, everything is boring for you, And we... we do not shine in anything, Although we are simply glad to see you. Why did you visit us? In the wilderness of a forgotten village I would never have known you, I would not have known bitter torment. Having subdued the excitement of an inexperienced soul Over time (who knows?), I would have found a friend after my heart, I would have been a faithful spouse And a virtuous mother. Another!.. No, I would not give my heart to anyone in the world! It is destined in the highest council... It is the will of heaven: I am yours; My whole life has been a pledge Of a faithful meeting with you; I know, you are sent to me by God, You are my guardian until the grave... You appeared to me in dreams, Invisible, you were already dear to me, Your wonderful look tormented me, Your voice was heard in my soul For a long time... no, it was not a dream! As soon as you entered, I instantly recognized you, I was completely stunned, I flared up And in my thoughts I said: here he is! Isn't it true? I heard you: You spoke to me in the silence, When I helped the poor Or with prayer delighted the melancholy of a worried soul? And at that very moment Was it not you, dear vision, Who flashed in the transparent darkness, Quietly leaned against the headboard? Was it not you, with joy and love, Who whispered words of hope to me? Who are you, my guardian angel, Or a treacherous tempter: Resolve my doubts. Perhaps this is all empty, A deception of an inexperienced soul! And something completely different is destined... But so be it! From now on I entrust my fate to you, I shed tears before you, I beg for your protection... Imagine: I am here alone, No one understands me, My mind is exhausted, And I must die in silence. I wait for you: with a single glance Revive the hopes of my heart, Or interrupt my heavy sleep, Alas, with a deserved reproach! I finish! It is terrible to reread... I am frozen with shame and fear... But your honor is my guarantee, And I boldly entrust myself to it...