Such days may meet you just before the springtime:
Beneath the snow the meadow lies in peace;
The treetops wobble with a dainty rhythm;
Benevolent and balmy is the breeze.
And you can feel the lightness in your body,
And you do not quite recognize your home,
And eagerly you find yourself intoning
That song you thought you’d tired of long ago.
Н. Г. Чулковой
Перед весной бывают дни такие:
Под плотным снегом отдыхает луг,
Шумят деревья весело-сухие,
И тёплый ветер нежен и упруг.
И лёгкости своей дивится тело,
И дома своего не узнаёшь,
А песню ту, что прежде надоела,
Как новую, с волнением поёшь.
«All valor I forgot and noble deeds / And glory on this grief-filled earth, / While in a simple frame your face / Glowed before me on the desk. The hour arrived, you left the house. / I flung the cherished ring into the night. / You pledged yourself to someone else, / And I forgot your l...»
«Oh, how desperately I want to live: / Immortalize the real, / Personify thefaceless, / Give flesh to the nonexistent! Life's crushing dream may smother me / I may suffocate as I dream, - / And yet a lighthearted youth, perhaps / Will say of me in times to come: Let us forgive his gloo...»
«And with longing and love you will shake off / The heavy dream of everyday consciousness. / V. Soloviev I apprehend You. The years pass by - / Yet in constant form, I apprehend You. The whole horizon is aflame - impossibly sharp, / And mute, I wait, - with longing and with love. The whole...»
«Those born in obscure times / Do not remember their way. / We, children of Russia's frightful years / Cannot forget a thing. Incinerating years!, do you bring tidings / of madness or of hope? / The days of war, the days of freedom / Have left a bloody sheen on our faces. There is a mu...»