Boris Pasternak
- Autumn, by Andrey Kneller
Boris Pasternak (suomi)
- Syksy, Helvi Juvonen, Arvo Turtiainen
«Отдавнашната пепел в жар жежи, / изгаря — допир, / дъх / и памет светла... / Но ти, вървящ по нея, не тъжи, / пред пепелта на»
«All friends are saying: "All is good / To save from evil, rage one part of Tragedy, / One part of your soul, as thruth..." / But who has said that to divide I'm able? And how could I hide my passion in a half, / Without notion of it to be the passion? / How could I give to people only ...»
«Повтарят: "Всички средства са добри, / за да спасиш от напаст, злобни страсти / частица от душата си дори..." / Кой казва, че деля се аз на части? И как да скрия — напол...»
«Good poems torment me much, / Bad ones — are nice without reason: / They can't sting souls, nor they bite, / They have the warmth of home, isn't it? So — that's a real lemonad, of course, / (They're light, as a silk morning gown). / And qeniuse ones takes minute to concern, oh... ...»