Whispers. Timid breathing. Trilling
Of a nightingale.
Heaving silver waters rilling
In the quiet vale.
Night's dim light and shadows dreaming
Through the haze of space.
Moods like faery lanterns gleaming
On the dearest face.
Smoky clouds show roses sleeping,
Amber lights and fawn.
Kisses soft, and softer weeping.
And the dawn, the dawn!
Шёпот, робкое дыханье,
Трели соловья,
Серебро и колыханье
Сонного ручья,
Свет ночной, ночные тени,
Тени без конца,
Ряд волшебных изменений
Милого лица,
В дымных тучках пурпур розы,
Отблеск янтаря,
И лобзания, и слёзы,
И заря, заря!..
«Night. North-East. The soldiers cry. Waves roar. / They bombed a wine warehouse. Along the walls, / Through ditches, runs a precious torrent / And in it dances bloody moon. The trunks of the poplars are mad. / Mad also in the night, birds sing. / Empty, yesterday's monument to the tsar, /...»
«Strong and wealthy have a hard time, / It is hard to all the lords. / I won't lower the light eyes / A red soldier before. City's moaning and carousing, / Moon in cloud made of wine. / Not a living soul will touch me: / Poor and arrogant am I.»
«A Cossack, a Cossack's son... / Thus the speech has begun. / Homeland. Darkness. Foe. / Everyone's heads fall down. Sound alarm, priests. / "There's no food." "Good." / Not a day should be lost! / A soldier must / Clean the horse...»
«1 You did not bend the shoulders, when the red-haired / Impostor seized you and for you did reach. / Where is your pride, you baroness? Your blush, / You beauty? Brilliant girl, your speech? Like Tsar Peter, the law of sons despising, / Did lust with avarice after your head — / You ans...»