There was only one flower there,
Aromatic and unraveled...
Zhukovsky
I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
And I fly to lands of grace,
Where in wide and clear meadows
All is good, as dreams, and blest.
Here they rice: the clover clear,
And corn-flower's gentle lace,
And the rustle is always here:
«Ears are leaning... Take your ways!»
In this immense sea of fair,
Only one of blades reclines.
You don't see in misty air,
I'd seen it!It will be mine!
Там один и был цветок,
Ароматный, несравненный…
Жуковский
Я стремлюсь к роскошной воле,
Мчусь к прекрасной стороне,
Где в широком чистом поле
Хорошо, как в чудном сне.
Там цветут и клевер пышный,
И невинный василек,
Вечно шелест легкий слышно:
Колос клонит… Путь далек!
Есть одно лишь в океане,
Клонит лишь одно траву…
Ты не видишь там, в тумане,
Я увидел — и сорву!
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«May be, in my previous a-being, / I’ve cut the throats of my Mom and Dad, / If in this one — Lord of all the living! — / I have been doomed to suffering like that. If I call for dogs of mine, aloud, / Or just try my own horse to see, / Not obeying all my signs and shouts, / The...»
«In my night-time fever / I see you, O / Winged Victory of Samothrace, / reaching out your arms. First night-silence runs / from you, then your blind / inexorable driving flight / brings giddiness, whirling sick. Your crazy-bright eyes / laugh, and blaze, / and our shadows run behin...»
«At my window pane / A somber birch tree / Is newly adorned / By the frost’s whimsy. It’s like bunches of grapes / That hang from branch tips — / And the mournful shapes / Are a joy to contemplate. I watch the daylight spread / To play along the branches; / But when birds alig...»