Sretenye

	I'M WAITING

	I'm waiting for the spring, it treats my soul,
	It's like the balsam for my tired brains,
	Reminds of desert blossom after rains.

	I'm waiting for the spring, the cleaning tenderness source
	That will awake all hidden dreams
	By ringing voices of the springs.

	I'm waiting for the spring when land, warmed by sunrays,
	Endows the world with flower glades
	And trembling wait for summer days.

	I'm waiting...
	lesya Stebyal'ska
	March 1999

Sretenye

1991/Canvas, oil/110Х140.

Author's property.

Note: Sretenye (Meeting) was the ancient slavonic holiday - selebration of the moment when the Winter meets with the coming Spring. Later it became the church holiday.