Boris Pasternak
- Autumn, by Andrey Kneller
(I’ve set my folks on a vacation...)
Boris Pasternak (suomi)
- Syksy, Helvi Juvonen, Arvo Turtiainen
(Pois annoin perheeni lähteä...)
«Life slowly moved like a mature fortune teller / Mysteriously whispering forgotten words. / I sighed, regretting something , loss, or failure, / My head was filled with dreams of other worlds. / / As I approached the fork I stopped to stare / At the serrated forest by the road. / ...»
«So when I retire from the timeline stream / Abandoning censure and praise / Remember the kindness, the warmhearted dream / I lived on and bloomed in those days. / / My darling, I know You"ll forget all the spite / There used to be on my part, / When You, like a swan, appeared, ...»
«Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, / That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm... / King Lear Oh what a storm! It's like insane, / The wicked blizzard wails and rages, / The clouds rush with pouring rain / The wind now fades, now wails and surges. / / Oh what a fright! On su...»
«Above the forest, field and meadow, / Above the land and water flow / So fresh, congenial and mellow, / You turn up everywhere I go. / / Your waist under the summer cloud, / Your waist, wrapped up in fur, I praise, / I sing and laud it out loud, / Enveloped in poetic haze. / ...»