A heavy shroud is placed onto the ground,
The bells are droning in a solemn show,
The spirit is again confused and troubled
By weary boredom of the Tsarskoe Selo.
Five years have passed. And all is dumb and dead here,
The world has reached the end, it seems.
The theme exhausted for all time is set here,
The palace rests now in a mortal dream.
На землю саван тягостный возложен,
Торжественно гудят колокола,
И снова дух смятен и потревожен
Истомой скуки Царского Села.
Пять лет прошло. Здесь все мертво и немо,
Как будто мира наступил конец.
Как навсегда исчерпанная тема,
В смертельном сне покоится дворец.
«3 Waves and youth — outside the law! / Don has moved — we die — we drown. / We ask the wind of time to bear / To grandsons a wicked rumour: Yes! Broke the Don's ice! / The white army — Yes! — died. / But with children and wives parting, / But on Don departing, With a whi...»
«Hard and marvelous — loyalty till the coffin! / Tsar-like luxury in squares' time! / Firm are the souls and ribs are firm likewise / Where are you, people of days gone by? With ash equating altar and the throne, / Like a red-haired Tatar the freedom prowls. / Over the ashtrays at the t...»
«O, pitiful exertions of usurpers! / Like sleep, like snow, like death, to all — a shrine. / A ban on Kremlin! There's no ban on wings, and / Therefore — there is no ban upon Kremlin.»
«Either soldiers drove into the ground a stake, / Either they covered a face with a red rag, / Either deaf and dumb from punches is the Divine, / Either on Easter they were banned from Kremlin — Old revelers should sit at the linen, / Birds should crawl, fish should sing, women — reason...»