Anna Akhmatova. lasped hands in the veil’s saving darkness.... Translated by Zinovy Korovin

Anna Akhmatova
lasped hands in the veil’s saving darkness...

I clasped hands in the veil’s saving darkness...
“Why your face got the pallor today?”
That’s because I filled him with tart sadness,
made like drunken, and gotten a sway.
How can I forget? He left staggered,
lips are bent to significant rate...
I ran down behind like a jogger,
hurried up after him to the gate.
I have choked, and cried out: “That’s hoax —
all what happened. Don’t leave, it’s my wreck”.
But he smiled with a dread; with no joke
said me only: “It’s windy. Get back!”

Translated by Zinovy Korovin

Анна Ахматова
Сжала руки под темной вуалью...

Сжала руки под темной вуалью...
«Отчего ты сегодня бледна?» —
Оттого, что я терпкой печалью
Напоила его допьяна.

Как забуду? Он вышел, шатаясь,
Искривился мучительно рот...
Я сбежала, перил не касаясь,
Я бежала за ним до ворот.

Задыхаясь, я крикнула: «Шутка
Все, что было. Уйдешь, я умру».
Улыбнулся спокойно и жутко
И сказал мне: «Не стой на ветру».

January 8, 1911. Kiev

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Anna Akhmatovalasped hands in the veil’s saving darkness...

Translated by Zinovy Korovin

Анна АхматоваСжала руки под темной вуалью...

Anna Akhmatova
lasped hands in the veil’s saving darkness...

Анна Ахматова
Сжала руки под темной вуалью...