A little poem that I wrote for my mom in January 1998:
Картина Климта не сложна,В любви написана она,
Той безкорыстной и простой,
Той материнско и святой:
Вот мать, вот дочь,
Вокруг цветы,
Всё так понятно - я и ты.
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Klimt’s painting isn’t complicated.
With love and care it was created.
With love that’s unconditional and simple,
A mother’s love which is sacred.
A mother, a daughter,
Flowers are all around.
Everything is very clear: it’s you and I.
