Lisa is afraid to love.
Nonsense, — that is not her manner!
Careful — what if it’s a bluff
And perhaps this new Diana
Has repressed her passion’s call —
And with shameful, glowing eyes
Walks among us in disguise,
Looking just for whom to fall.
Лизе страшно полюбить.
Полно, нет ли тут обмана?
Берегитесь — может быть,
Эта новая Диана
Притаила нежну страсть —
И стыдливыми глазами
Ищет робко между вами,
Кто бы ей помог упасть.
«Houses, bewitched by the morning; / The lack of people puts a spell on me, / And freshness lulls me. / In the sky — the wings of a frosty day. Lonely people pass by, / But all is quiet, as if they are not there, / No one, as if there is no one... / In the heights — a pale rose-color...»
«The night bright, the sky studded with stars, / I am all alone in the deserted hall / The air of which is imbued with and poisoned / By the aroma of wilting azaleas. I am tormented by a vague longing / For everything that cannot be again. / The gloomy hall — how grey and boring! — whi...»
«The more the autumn wind is wicked / And the moon desperate, — / The merrier we, vagrants, get / With a bottle of wine. We wandered the whole day through / The field, with a sleuth and a rifle… / We are comrades — nothing more — / Unacknowledging sorrow. What is love? Rapture, ...»
«We create cities from boulders, / Appreciate clear thoughts and precise numbers, / And it is unpleasant and strange for the soul / When the wind drawls a bleak meaningless song. Or the sea laps noisily. Neither hope, nor desire, / All that is precious to us, will not find an answer in them....»