Look, outside my window the vine is spreading so fast it
almost blocks out the light. Dark, picturesque green now
covers up half of the panes. And amidst the foliage a bunch of
seemingly carefully-placed grapes has started to turn
yellow... Hands off, sweetest! Why this rage for destruction?
If one plump little white hand should be seen to steal
into the yard for a bunch of grapes, the neighbours will waste no
time in declaring: she must have been in his room.
Лозы мои за окном разрослись живописно и даже
Свет отнимают. Смотри, вот половина окна
Верхняя тёмною зеленью листьев покрыта; меж ними,
Будто нарочно, в окне кисть начинает желтеть.
Милая, полно, не трогай!.. К чему этот дух разрушенья!
Ты доставать виноград высунешь руку на двор, —
Белую, полную ручку легко распознают соседи,
Скажут: она у него в комнате тайно была.
«Life goes on, defying common sense. / Old men chatter in the southern sun: / “Moscow ballrooms… The weather in Simbirsk… / The War… Kerensky… We had freedom then…” Before you know it — forty years in France, / a buzzing in the head, chill in the bones. / “Masonic plot…...»
«Should I tell you about all the fools of the world / Who the fate of the entire humanity hold? Should I tell you about all scumbags, dead clowns, / Who pass into history in white crowns? But what for? / ……….It’s quiet under a Paris bridge, / I don’t care if after me there’s the»
«What about people? What do I need them for? / Here is a man pulling a bull, / A saleswoman with legs and breasts galore, / a kerchief, thighs round and full. Nature? For what reason? / Snow or rain or heat is mingling / With angst in any season, / Like a mosquito’s jingling. There ar...»
«With this inhuman fate / How can one argue? How can one fight? / This is mirage, illusion. / Still this blue evening yet / Is my domain, possession. And the sky is red between the trees / While it is pearly on the sides… / In lilacs the nightingale still whistles. / The ant crawls i...»