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- One Night Stand in Almaty 2007 year
- Semey state pedagogical university 28.05.2011year.
- The Presentation of the Film "Dialogue from the Steppes' in New-York
- International theoretical and practical conference “Spiritual Culture – a key to the transformation of the world”
- Video
- Melody of love
- Сhildhood
- Do not go
- The land of love
- Dedication to a woman
- "Love quayside" evening with composer Tolegen Mukhamedzhanovich in Moscow 2007year.
- "Love through all life..." evening with composer Tolegen Mukhamedzhanovich in Almaty 2007year.
- Speech at International Conference in Cologne 2009year.
- WORLD FORUM of Spiritual Culture 2010
- Think about me
- Inkarym-ay
- Song about Astana
- Music
- In short about a lot
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- My love is like the boundlessness of plains
- The boyhood barefoot comes back
- Evening fell. The admirable sunset
- Heart of mine looks forward to the meeting
- Night world without you is just a sheer fraud
- I wish I were a tear in your eyes
- I was in dream an angel guardian.
- I am the Sun, and I reside in heaven
- The even was so charming!
- Tis hour of love I longed for years
- You are like tender blossom in my heart
- It is not raining but just gentle drizzling
- No one’s so charming as you are
- In you harmoniously married
- You’re stricken by malaise, and also I am
- I’ve missed my darling endless daysу
- Your voice was so sad
- Much time elapsed since our parting
- One night I dreamt a dream
- Your words were miraculous curing balm
- Your voice was strange, no string of tender sorrow
- The star that severed us I rapt
- The spring of love has gone, alas!
- Are you waiting for me, my sweetheart?
- In your heart is my heart – it’s amazing!
- You are my sorrow and joy
- A moment back you were so tender
- That know I: such day will come
- You as dispassionate, estranged
- You will forget me
- I let from heavens my dream fall
- Don’t let your words the world disgrace
- My heart is like a stone cold
- You flew away to stay in May
- I let you go, let you go
- My inspiration, farewell!
- The skies have gone down to earth
- Early morn when you came to my place
- The days without dawns are passing
- The parting gaze, the parting smile
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Love
The most inexhaustible, sublime, tender, and infinitely thorny subject for creativity is the theme of love. All poets of the world wrote, write and will write about this immense, marvelous, and deep feeling - poems, sonnets, dedications. And I'm one of them, who is trying to learn and understand my own self in the vast ocean of human happiness and misery, which name is love
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Early morn when you came to my place
Early morn when you came to my place, Radiating a dazzling sunshine, And the house felt cozily warm, And the ice of my soul had thawed. At that moment you stood in-between Barring doubts, concerns from myself. The vast world is in depth of your eyes: It had drowned in blink of an eye. In your image all things are conjoint: Inspiration, and happiness, joy. Early morn when you came to my place Turned a merely flimsiest dream.
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