What a cold autumn!
Put on your shawl and bonnet.
Look: beyond the pines
It’s as if a fire is rising.
Close to you, I always remember
The radiance of an autumn night;
Its phosphorous eyes still shine,
But they no longer warm me.
Какая холодная осень!
Надень свою шаль и капот.
Смотри, — из-за дремлющих сосен
Как будто пожар восстаёт.
Сияние северной ночи
Я помню всегда близ тебя:
И светят фосфо́рные очи,
Да только не греют меня.
«Whenever I’m, I see your works in greatness, / Your labors, worthy to be blessed and prayed: / The gilt of limes in autumn, that is endless, / And blue of streams, created just today. There’s just a thought — and somnolence, right now, / Leads me into your quiet gardens’ shades, / ...»
«On Day of Victory, so gentle, dim and famous, / When Dawn is red as red is burning Flame, / Like Widow over Gravestone nameless — / Belated Spring’s in troubles all the same. / She hurries not to rise up from her knees: / Would breathe on Bud, slightly caress fresh Grasses, / Take of...»
«We all became by hundreds years older, / And this was happened through an hour one: / Was smoking the planes’ deeply plugged body — / The summer, short, was ready to be gone. At once, a road grew the strongly various, / And a cry flew there, with a silver ring, / With closed eyes, I p...»
«My sister Muse looked at my flaming face, — / Her glance is the bright one and clear — / Took my gold ring off its lawful place — / That first spring present I bear. “Muse! Do you see how happy are they — / Widows, women and maidens?.. / I’d take my death on a wheel every day,...»