Her dry lips were tightly closed up.
Three thousand candles swayed.
Thus Princess Eudoxia lay atop
The scented, sapphire brocade.
A tearless mother, bowing down,
Prayed to her for her blind son,
And a voiceless hysteric thrashed about
Lapping for air on the run.
And he, who arrived from the south,
A hunchbacked old man with dark eyes,
Clenched the wall of the stairway, worn out,
Like the door into paradise.
Плотно сомкнуты губы сухие,
Жарко пламя трех тысяч свечей.
Так лежала княжна Евдокия
На душистой сапфирной парче.
И, согнувшись, бесслезно молилась
Ей о слепеньком мальчике мать,
И кликуша без голоса билась,
Воздух силясь губами поймать.
А пришедший из южного края
Черноглазый, горбатый старик,
Словно к двери небесного рая,
К потемневшей ступеньке приник.
«Pencil’s wish is plainly accurate: / All it wants to know is truth. / Truth, eternal and immaculate, / Is the calling it pursues, Built as if to function lastingly, / Helped by neither drug nor graft, / Proper as a gent, and masterly / As an expert in one's craft. Profit’s hand wil...»
«While braggarts walk the earth — I say it’s great, / We should be thanking heavens for our fate. / The skies are blue, the clouds are swirling! / We are no advocates of burgling. / To get a braggart use no knife: / But give his bragging a high-five — / And you possess his life. Wh...»
«I store an image in my soul, the portrait of a fair lady. / Her eyes are turned upon some other, better days. / No one’s dispensable in there, and years are careless of the fading, / And long ago, they cleared each other’s guilty ways. Today, the honorable choir’s still glorifying her ...»
«I built a castle of hope. I built and built it. / Kneaded some clay. Then carried cold boulders away. / And for help didn’t pray. / That’s how is will be: / It’s hope that will matter — strength might come on the way. And time went by. Seasons changed every...»