Slowly does the river along the valley flow,
A house there is on the hill, of many windows.
And here we'll live like in Catherine's times:
Attend the services and greet the crops.
Having endured a two day parting,
Coming is he, a guest, along the golden wheatfield.
And in the sitting room kissing the granny's hand
And on the steep staircase my lips.
Течет река неспешно по долине,
Многооконный на пригорке дом.
А мы живем как при Екатерине:
Молебны служим, урожая ждем.
Перенеся двухдневную разлуку,
К нам едет гость вдоль нивы золотой,
Целует бабушке в гостиной руку
И губы мне на лестнице крутой.
«Somewhere in a field near Magadan, / Despairing and fearing for their life, / Through the swirling, freezing mists / They trudge behind the sledges. / From the soldiers’ iron roar, / From the preying gang of thieves, / Only the first aid post can save them here, / Or being sent for f...»
«The car shuddered and stopped, / They stepped into the evening spaces, / And work-worn the driver sank / Exhausted over his wheel. / Far off, through the windows, / Trembled fiery constellations. / The old man, with his lady friend, / Stopped by the flowerbed. / And heavy-eyed, the d...»
«The forward exults on the run. / What does it matter to him now! / Not for nothing is his body / Arched as it hurtles on. / Like a cloak, his soul streams out behind, / His collarbone knocks loud against / The fastening of the cloak. / The membrane dances in his ear, / In his throat ...»
«The trees stand clerically straight, / So close their branches almost poke / Into each house, nomads of late, / Now behind bars and under padlock. / The narrow boulevard, close — / Bounded by tight-packed houses, roars. But suddenly all doors jerk / Open, and the word goes round: / ...»