What am I for, me, just a grain?
I'm living toiling hard with care,
For happiness I spend my life in vain,
I'm never pleased, weep on in my despair!
What do I seek? Do I want more?
Where is my place? What am I for?
There is a kin who die to seize
All proper answers in a blink.
But do I care?! Let them think
Of all as strictly as they please.
Unlearned /...nit/ I am to remain,
There's just a bit I need to know.
Like a blind man I am to go
By little steps my broken lane.
In laugh I'll join a merry-maker;
With beautiful I will be taken.
With the unhappy — cry with heart,
I'll search no more for what's my part...
Что, крошка мелкая, я значу?
Живу, заботливо тружусь,
В желанье счастья время трачу
И, вечно недовольный, плачу!
Чего ж ищу? к чему стремлюсь?
В какой стране, на что гожусь?
Есть люди: до смерти желают
Вопросы эти разгадать.
Но что до них! Пусть как хотят
О всём серьёзно рассуждают.
Я недоросль, я не мудрец,
И мне нужнее знать немного;
Шероховатою дорогой
Иду шажком я, как слепец;
С смешным сойдусь ли — посмеюсь;
С прекрасным встречусь — им пленюсь;
С несчастным от души поплачу,
И не стараюсь знать — что значу.
«I must he ill, of course. I’ve been shivering / for three days now like a horse before the races. / Even the haughty man who lives on my landing / has said as much to me: / Bella, you’re shaking! / / Please control yourself, this strange disease of yours / is rocking the walls, it...»
«1 All morning I’ve had this Rain around me. / Rudely, I kept on saying: Leave me alone! / So it drew back, but soon there it was again / as sad and loving as a little daughter. Rain. On my back. Stuck there like a wing. / I reproached it: Here, you / shameless, useless thing! / Think...»
«Your house, all without feeling of misfortune, / Has met me and has smacked me on my cheek. / As if a fish out from water, / Behind the glass looked a tea service. / A dog has leaped out to me, / As small jackdaw, and yelling, / Defenseless burs, all with thorn's heap, / Were sitting t...»
«Avenues so wretched, / snowbanks, bitter frost. / Desperate little urchins / with trays of cigarettes. / Wandering dirty avenues, / enjoying evil games – / all of them are pickpockets, / all are jolly thieves. / That bunch takes Nikitskaya, / this – Tverskaya Square. / They s...»