Valtal Kuashev biography

The graves of people Kuashev Valtal Ibragimovich Soviet Kabardian poet. A participant in the Great Patriotic War, was wounded several times. After the war, he graduated from graduate school at the Institute of Language and Thinking them. He translated some works by Pushkin, Mayakovsky, Khetagurov and others into Kabardian. Poems wrote in Kabardian. During his lifetime, two books of his poems came out: “Si geshlham and guaschla” the bitterness of my life and “Salam” Salam.

The author of the articles is “the structure of the Kabardian verse” and “the poem of the Nart epic”. Kuashev died on May 1 of the year under unknown circumstances, was buried in Nalchik in the military cemetery. The wind is walking along the dark -chamber teeth of the evening mountains, like the Nart army, fog, like a moisture with a soaked carpet, the meadow is hastily covered at night.

But only on my earth will the dawn pass with rays, like golden lines, the face of the earth will bloom again with a blush, and, it seems, the trees flare up with the kidneys. And, as a child, I burst into tears, that autumn, like a prophetess, a wandering secretly says to me: "The blood flows an invisibly hot blood on the veins of all the trunks." You shone like a fine day - and the days of my transparent height became.

I looked carefully inadvertently, - and lost you in a fog of tears. My gaze with a gaze met cruel, and my heart swept my frost. My mother was not worse than others, I was not worse than other sons. He did not force anyone to shed his tears for my good luck. My soul did not start, did not occupy someone else's corner, did not cool down, like in the stove of ash - so, love, why did you leave?

What to hide! I would be happy immensely if we walked one wave on one wave, - having not found other roads, you probably would have trusted me soon. But although there are too many paths at sea, they are destined to cross you, you are silent, but I believe that soon we will play the wedding anyway. Beautiful, are you really free? I have been waiting for today for a long time!

So what did I like today? Perhaps you understand that we have one fate with a single path? Perhaps I understood that now we need only frankness with you? But the lot fell on me differently - I live like a doomed but all my other mind will find the way: heated. In spite of a destructive fate with a love poison, I will ask myself happiness and warm up with glory.

And if my star of my hard forging will rise, let my life flow then, not knowing the stop. You will not make your father then grieve that you left the house, barely entered into maturity? Wouldn't you be a snowdrop of an innocent bright that the first to get drunk with melt moisture?

Beautiful, contempt me with contempt, as soon as I forget about yours. From the eyes to your soul, a straight thread leads. I’ll look into your eyes, ”I will penetrate your soul. You want and it is difficult to reveal them, - open: I am a man, and your eye is not a bite! There is a time in love, there is a time when everything is reckless. You are the pride of the girl's full.

And even though I am to blame, you are sincere and gentle and you will ever understand me. I’m waiting for the brass winter to burn with the golden spring and you will shout me, and you will open the doors to me with impatience. Wrinkles are still not threatened with you, you can leave and return twice. And twice the heart will call, loving, then that a lot is forgiven young.

So I stand in front of your lagoon and, like a shrine, I see you in it. But for the third time, do not come back. Let women execute me now, but if you mistaken three, you will not be forgiven for the third time. I hastenment is not on the gut. Who is in a hurry, he does not come to the goal and, moreover, will not come to good. I will watch carefully - how much strength to my eyes is enough - it is impossible for me to cherish in my heart that has not become my family.

If trusting is trampled, a heavy oppression of dear oppression falls on the soul, at least that the former does not entail you! Sweetheart, without developing my anxiety, and thoughts sad, and then I can call my path to your road. If you drive away the suspicion, so that it is easier for us, I will give you hearts, if no, the horse is already snoring tiredly near your yard.

As if without a gap, the circle closes the time. You don’t have to drive me away, let me dismount, my friend. You remember with what perseverance I went to the dance with you, even though you considered it a stale heart, as if I were a stranger to you. From the first meeting, to you for everything is ready for you. Pull your pride, but drop the arrogant words.

Trust my concerns, but torture fate in vain, I already put my path to your gate. Did I go into the bloody battle, hiding behind someone else's back? Believe me that you can rightfully be proud of me. Married by love, as they say. But there is an end to this sky - and happiness and misfortune what to hide? I have never been a servant in my life, but I have no power to dictate to fate.