Willow tree, why do you bend your branches
Down to the water
And with leaves a-tremble
Like thirsty mouths
Try to catch the running stream?
Useless for every leaf to strain
And flutter above the stream,
The waters rush and plash along their way,
Gaily sparkling in the sunshine
As they laugh at you.
Что ты клонишь над водами,
Ива, макушку свою
И дрожащими листами,
Словно жадными устами,
Ловишь беглую струю?..
Хоть томится, хоть трепещет
Каждый лист твой над струей...
Но струя бежит и плещет,
И, на солнце нежась, блещет,
И смеется над тобой...
«to Chulkov Don't build a house by a drowned current / Where life is bustling under a strain; / Believe me, the end is always recurrent, / It's incomprehensible, solemn and plain. / / Like a bedtime story your fate is quiet; / Lonely heart, you had better give in and be blessed. / Go ...»
«I knew her as far back / as those unbelievable years. / Tutchev With years you haven't changed, my fair: / You're charming, strict, as clear as day; / The only change is in your hair, / It"s sleek and with a flash of grey. / / Well, as for me, I'm sitting here, / Over my book...»
«I bless my lucky stars above, / A better fate I don't desire. / My heart, so much you you've been in love! / My mind, so oft you"ve been afire! / / Though happy times and grievous torments / Have left their bitter trace, all right, / Yet in the boredom, storm and torrents / ...»
«When you are on my way, / So live and so beautiful, / So tired and weary, / Talking sadly / And thinking of death, / You don't love anyone / And despise your beauty, — / Well, can I possibly hurt you? / / Oh no! I'm not an oppressor, / Nor an arrogant man nor a liar, / Thou...»