You will think about her as about your first bride,
To the point of tears in your dreams.
We did not inhale her fragrance together,
And you did not bring her to me.
She was brought to me
By that winged ruler of gods and muses,
When the peals of the first thunder
Glorified our terrible union.
That union that is called separation
And is torment to the hundredth power,
That is the purest and blackest of all.
Ты о ней как о первой невесте
Будешь думать во сне и до слез...
Мы ее не вдыхали вместе,
И не ты мне ее принес.
Мне принес ее тот крылатый
Повелитель богов и муз,
Когда первого грома раскаты
Прославляли наш страшный союз.
Тот союз, что зовут разлукой,
И какою-то сотою мукой,
Что всех чище и всех черней.
«Feather-grass sleeps. Dear plain sleeps also, / Also a wormwood, freshened lead in dark. / No other land could be compared, no one, / With my native country, warm to heart. It is said, that we are surely destined, / You can ask that question to everyone - / Being in state of joy or rage o...»
«Clouds melt in the sky. / Beaming in the heat, / the river runs, sparkling / like a steel mirror. It's hotter by the hour. / Shadows retreat to silent oak thickets. / From whitening fields / wafts honey-scent. What a wondrous day! Centuries will pass / and in the same eternal order ...»
«Snow is still white in the fields / but spring is in the water's voice. / Running, the waters wake the sleepy banks. / They run, they glisten, they rejoice. "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" / in every direction they shout. / "We're the young spring's runners, / with the news she ha...»
«1 Be manly, my friends, in the fight do not tire. / The struggleТs unequal, the conflict is dire! / Silent above you — the stars in the sky. / Beneath you are graves. Just as silent they lie. Olympus leaves gods not a thing to desire. / Eternally carefree, from work they donТt tire. ...»