How the chest breathes, fresh, voluminous –
Words are incapable of expressing a thing!
How in the ravines at midday loudly
Into milky froth cascade rivulets!
The ether pulses and melts with song.
In the planted field rye gathers green –
And a gentle voice is heard humming:
“You will outlive yet another spring!”
Как дышит грудь свежо и емко —
Слова не выразят ничьи!
Как по оврагам в полдень громко
На пену прядают ручьи!
В эфире песнь дрожит и тает.
На глыбе зеленеет рожь —
И голос нежный напевает:
"Еще весну переживешь!"
«The tip of willow tree was blackened, / For rooks protruded from its crown, / In azure sky-dale there they slackened – / The sheepish clouds grazed on its down. / And you, with gaze of resignation, / Announced: “I am in love with you.” / Like sea was grass’s oscillation, / At o...»
«The white willow was black, up on the hill, / crows puffed faintly; / in the blue, the very blue meadow / clouds wandered like sheep. / And intending to give yourself / you said, “I love you — ” / and grass grew all around, grass like an ocean, / and it was afternoon. / I was k...»
«The icon candle flickers, small, / the half-dark nursery is horribly quiet. / The frightened child / hides in the pink lace bed. What's that? The house spirit coughing? / He lives there, he's little, he's bald... / Agh! A vicious rat creeps slowly / from behind the wardrobe. It waves i...»
«At evening times above the restaurants / The sultry air’s harsh and stale. / The spirit of the spring-time pestilence / Reigns over drunken muffled wails. And further up in dusty alley ways, / Beyond the summer cottage sloth, / A baker’s shop sign glistens gaudily, / And chi...»