Afanasy Fet
- At a fireplace, by Vyacheslav Chistyakov
(At dusk a dying out coal...) - By The Fireplace, by Boris Dralyuk
(The embers fade. A lucid flame...)
«Before you, silently I sway. / I feel so anxious when you’re near me, / In vain, I cast a glance your way: / I’m sure that I will never say, / What I’m imagining so freely.»
«Don’t ask me why, alone in dismal thought, / In times of mirth, I’m often filled with strife, / And why my weary stare is so distraught, / And why I don’t enjoy the dream of life; Don’t ask me why my happiness has perished, / Why I don’t love the love that pleased me then, / No ...»
«We many were who filled the boat: / Some held the sails aloft and flying, / Some plied the oars, and thus, defuing, / The wayward winds, kept us afloat. / Our helmsman steered the vessel, loaded / Full as she was, and onward sent; / And I, to them I sang, content / And unconcerned... A...»
«We sailed in numerous company. / A few of us drew fast the sheeting, / The rest with mighty oar were beating / The brine; while, calm on slumbrous sea, / Our skillful helmsman clasped the rudder / To guide the vessel's thrust, / And I, at ease in carefree trust, / I sang to them...»