July 1914, by Andrey Kneller I
Smell of burning. The marshes are singeing /
For four weeks, with the peat bog dried up. /
And today, even birds have quit singing /
And the ...
July 1914, by Ilya Shambat I
Smells like burning. For four weeks now /
The dry ground on the swamplands bakes. /
Today even birds did not sing songs /
And the aspen-tree ...
July 1914, by Judith Hemschemeyer 1
It smells of burning. For four weeks /
The dry peat bog has been burning. /
The birds have not even sung today, /
And the aspen has stopped q...
July, 1914, by U. R. Bowie 1
The air reeks with smolder. For all of four weeks /
Dry peat in the bogs has been burning. /
Even the birdsong is mute and discreet, /
And ...
in italian
Anna Achmatova (italiano)
Luglio 1914, Gene Immediato I
C'รจ odore di bruciato. Da quattro settimane /
la torba secca arde nelle paludi. /
Oggi nemmeno gli uccelli hanno cantato /
e il pioppo ha sme...