Crinic
At first glance, it looks ordinary,
Very quite decent,
Mozyr is just a stone's throw away,
The village is pretty
With the name - Krinichny!
It stretches over the Pripyat river.
Leaning over the crinica
With crystal clear water,
Fresh and youthful,
He has a miraculous faith
And a fruitful force
Absorbed with saturated water.
Caring, understanding,
Warmth and compassion
He found human hearts.
In their own affairs, in their ability,
In perseverance and aspiration
He has surpassed himself for a long time.
There are tourists here,
Students and artists...
are attracted to earthly beauty.
Love, hospitality,
Unity of simple hearts,
His undeniable trait.
Here are the storks with wreaths
Circling above the clouds
Seducing the eyes with her lightness...
And between the birches and fir trees
The village is flaunting!
Trapped in shady streets and alleys.
Lie down along the window
The carpet,
What leads us to the cherished corner
, A little church in a white dress
Opening its arms
He meets kind travelers and waits.
A. Klimovich. 23.01.2018.