Grass was pushing through earth by the graves, we’ve forgot.
We’ve forgot yesterday… We’ve forgot every word…
Only silence around us sings…
Whether You’re not alive? Whether You’re not a flash
Due this death of them gone, of them burned to the ash’s?
Whether your own heart is not spring?
Only here to breath by these graves and these stones,
Where composed I once those beautiful songs
Of the meeting that’s waiting for us…
Where at first into my waxen-colorless face
You had breathed with fresh air of the distant life’s grace,
Pushing through as the graveyard’s green grass…
С. Соловьеву
У забытых могил пробивалась трава.
Мы забыли вчера…И забыли слова…
И настала кругом тишина…
Этой смертью отшедших, сгоревших дотла,
Разве Ты не жива? Разве Ты не светла?
Разве сердце Твое - не весна?
Только здесь и дышать, у подножья могил,
Где когда-то я нежные песни сложил
О свиданьи, быть может, с Тобой.
Где впервые в мои восковые черты
Отдаленною жизнью повеяла Ты,
Пробиваясь могильной травой.
«In barren halls and secluded corridors / Today merry maskers were amassing, / Today in parlors, variegated colors / Like mad whirlwinds, swept through, dancing. They snaked about beneath dragons and moons, / Chinese vases were tossed among them, / Torches flamed and lutes strings kept on ...»
«There's Prince Diego, falling in a love, / He dozed and he laid his head midst table's stuff, / He lost his goblet, cast from silver's milk, / And freed his jacket of a crimson silk. And he is seeing the transparent stream, / And on the stream — the boat white as steam, / In which the ...»
«Here I'm alone in evening hour calm, / I'll only think of you, I feel no qualm. I'll take up book but what I'll read is "she", / And soul again is drunk, distraught with thee. I'll throw myself on old and creaky bed, / The pillow burns... No, I won't sleep, I'll tread. I'll walk to window, ...»
«All of us — righteous and sinners, / Born in prison, raised at the altar, / All of us are funny actors / In the theater of the Creator. The Lord sits on His throne, / Merrily follows the show. / Brightly on His sumptuous gown / Sparkles and golden stars glow. Oh, how easy and pleasan...»