Congratulations on Midsummer verses holiday

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Ivan Kupala fern blossoms,

Zorevitsy kindle fires on the river,

Girls rusokosye throw wreaths into the wave,

Narrowing they call on the fate of guessing.

Let your little window under the fern blossoms

And you pryamёhonko lead to happiness.

Let your festive wreath rovnenko floats,

Your betrothed disguised let him find you.

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As of Rechenka River flamed lights,

Merry lads take a game,

Steel flame hot jump.

Red maids smile yes wink.

Who today the fate of their pursuit,

John the Baptist worship,

Nisposhlёt to Kupalushka amenities:

Life in wealth, in health, but in joy.

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Nightingale sings of happiness

Kupala Night in the foliage.

Let promchatsya all bad weather

Bird shadow on grass.

On a hot afternoon let poveet

Fresh breeze,

In bad weather let warm

Soft woolen shawl.

Life flows and silver -

Spring jet.

Happiness will last forever let

Gentle song of the nightingale.

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As it gets dark, I will go to the grove of the ravine,

Different herbs out there find that bring benefit.

Kukushkin slёzki cherish of separation,

Uva Ursi - good luck in his hands,

Flower forget-me - a long memory,

Leaf kupavki - from ailments help.

From the magic of herbs under the cover of night

I will quietly until morning braid wreath.

And hang the wreath on your window,

That brought you happiness he whole basket.

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Today we drove all the undead,

And the dew in the morning swim,

Sun met in flower wreaths,

And with luck consolidated strong ties,

We make come true cherished desire,

By disabling this moment sin consciousness.

Let us be happy - faithful companion,

On the thorny life routes

As in the Midsummer bonfire was burning, never ugasnuv,

So let us not leave happy.

Funny comic congratulations Midsummer poems

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Congratulations, Happy Kupala!

Drenches, anywhere,

Jump over the fire,

Lush grass looking collection.

Let save from witch nettle,

Vanya Masheyu playful,

Talk up in the morning,

Eviction thief yard.

Fern will treasure.

What would each become rich,

About love to sing mermaid

Zlotovlasaya Vestal.

And the witch-hunt goes,

Suddenly, and the word of someone?

But the main water

The mud will wash all!

Troubles all burn in the fire,

It becomes clearer on the ground,

And good luck and health,

The house will come, in the century, with love!

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Have a laugh, rage, swim,

On rivers fires red splash vzgoratsya,

To spark vzmetayutsya, to the heavens

And laughter echoed witch you dark forest.

To make a long wreath not drowning, putting out the candle,

This means that life you have walked endlessly,

To swam in the river every problem,

Remains let it burn down in flames!

You hands with a friend today, grasp,

With loved dearly, I ask, hugging

And with faith in a fairy tale, go ahead,

There awaits you a hope and a miracle is calling!

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Every night on Kupala

The hoard of gold and not enough!

By mermaid in one hand,

Although it is possible and two pieces!

Witches his arms, the fires,

Virgo noble suitors,

Older herbs and health.

Wishes with love,

These I give you all,

Have fun now in the trash!

The miracle of life is to let yourself in

And it will come to you!

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On Ivanov day I congratulate you,

All the troubles of today whip himself

We witches instantly runs,

The tears of the morning, washing up, do not drown.

As we cleared the day of this wonderful,

So even if we live, my friend pretty.

Congratulations to all the happy Midsummer!

Ivan Kupala verses to the holidays, greetings, wishes

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Go hunting for witches ancient,

In the forest fairies, princes miracles

And the voice of those first progenitors,

Vzmetnetsya foliage overflowing forest.

Bonfires light up on the edge of the forest

And calling to believe in miracles,

Those ancient and wild old women,

Sparks hunt whirlwind into heaven.

You'll see a fairy tale now and fun

The nature of that cover to the brim,

Whirling carousel of life-giving,

The paths in the woods beckon from the houses.

After all, now comes the day of Ivan Kupala

Slavic John Christmas

That miracle in your life is missing,

I believe in a fairy tale, now celebrating it!

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Ah, the wonderful memory of the ancient,

Weave patterns

The girls so long braids,

So frank conversation.

Wreaths gliding floating on the river,

Track the moon at the meeting,

In the hands of each of the candle,

What a wonderful evening lights.

Slavic wonderful celebration of faith,

Oh luminous Charge,

Sun God, your spouse, beautiful,

Marvelous maidens - mollusk.

During the summer solstice,

You showed us mercy,

Let not the mind of the nebula

And only add zeal.

Your night is rejoicing today,

The fire burnt wheel

Mermaid charms the traveler,

Hair wrapped in a face.

There is a night of Ivan Kupala

Strada divination and wonders,

See now that is not enough,

Who does not spuzhaet to go into the forest.

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Success today we are self-fulfilling,

When wreaths jumped over the fire,

We have joy, happiness vigorously encouraged,

And evil in the dance chased.

Each other happy Kupala congratulated,

Have a good time, we wanted the world,

Body and soul peacefully purified,

And the smell of flowers, we were buried.

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Kupala's Day - light the ancient festival

He gives us his June prankster,

In this day would come purified,

From any disease disposal.

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Each day we courted joy

Let depart away evil, nasty,

We are not happy about it, we were accompanied only happiness,

And the side skirt all the bad weather.