The park was filled with a light haze,
At the gates, flames of gaslights arose,
I remembered only one gaze,
Still unknowing, calm and composed.
And your sorrow, hidden from others,
Drew me close and opened forthright,
And you saw just how much I was smothered
By the poisonous yearning inside.
How I treasure and honor that day,
I will come as soon as you call me.
Though I’m sinful and idling away,
You alone never chide me or scold me.
Вере Ивановой-Шварсалон
Туманом легким парк наполнился,
И вспыхнул на воротах газ.
Мне только взгляд один запомнился
Незнающих, спокойных глаз.
Твоя печаль, для всех неявная,
Мне сразу сделалась близка,
И поняла ты, что отравная
И душная во мне тоска.
Я этот день люблю и праздную,
Приду, как только позовешь.
Меня, и грешную и праздную,
Лишь ты одна не упрекнешь.
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