The poems of Anna TURCHIN: Three hundreds angels .............Devoted to victims of act of terrorism in Beslan... I see the sky, and it is dared, But somewhere it bitterly cries. And my thoughts are silly and happily, But somebody has very hard problems. I walk, I think of beautiful clothes and about weather, But somebody calls every day the last. I dream to become well-known, to travel around the world I think frequently of different nonsenses... Them was very much, (many), All they wanted To be on freedom, to not be mixed with a dust. They cried, and then have suddenly departed to the sky- Not every day, wings grow On the lesson I sit near last school desk. Everyone something write in my school class. Only I am dreaming, I dream about a summer, About the sun red, How it is difficult to live on light, When you sit behind a school desk! I dream about camomiles in a field, About night - dark-blue with many of stars, ... The teacher tell me: “ yes, yes, to dream is not harmfully! ” And I sigh silently And all the same I dream. * * * * * 2. Autumn You arrive furtively, As if a cat. You have glanced into my window, And has smiled to me. Eight hours- And it is dark, though still not late- There is Autumn here, And it is seriously! The rain dances on a roof. The wind silently prays, How is of it will cease a little, And suddenly it again will begin to cry ...................... loudly and plaintively. Dina Televitskaya's (poet, story writer and teacher) grown-up pupils in St. Petersburg, Russia.