I’ll say nothing whatever to you,
I’ll not trouble you with it one bit,
And of thoughts harped upon all day through,
I don’t dare give the tiniest hint.
All day sleeping, the night flowers curl,
But when dusk past the grove drops and looms,
In soft silence the leaves all unfurl
And I hear how my heart itself blooms.
Yet at night comes the chill, I admit,
As my aching breast shakes... and I, too;
I’ll not trouble you with it one bit,
I’ll say nothing whatever to you.
Я тебе ничего не скажу,
И тебя не встревожу ничуть,
И о том, что я молча твержу,
Не решусь ни за что намекнуть.
Целый день спят ночные цветы,
Но лишь солнце за рощу зайдёт,
Раскрываются тихо листы
И я слышу, как сердце цветёт.
И в больную, усталую грудь
Веет влагой ночной… я дрожу,
Я тебя не встревожу ничуть,
Я тебе ничего не скажу.
«There the apple, pear-trees were blooming, / Mists were flying over the creeks. / And Katyusha on the bank had stepped to, / On the river bank, so high and steep. She went out with a song delightful / All about her grey steppe eagle strong, / All about him, whom she loved heartly, / All...»
«There is no better blossom, / Then the apple-tree in spring. / There is no better moment, / When my darling coming in. When I see him, when I hear him, / Then the everything is whirled. / All my soul is on fire, / All my soul sings a song. We would look in eyes each other, / And the ...»
«Dedicated to P. Chagin I know my talent well. / That writing poetry / Is not so difficult, I can attest. / But, poetry apart, / The love I bear my country, / Has tortured me, / Given my.heart no rest. To praise in rhyme / A girl, the stars or moonlight — / Why, anyone can do that...»
«You remember, / Of course, you remember / How I stood / With my back to the wall / While you paced the room in a temper / And many a sharp word / Let fall. You said: / It was high time we parted, / My mad life / Was torturing you. / You’d work to do and had to start on it, / ...»