Georgy Adamovich
Dawn and rain. A dense fog in the park...

Dawn and rain. A dense fog in the park,
And in the window – an unneeded candle,
An open and forgotten trunk,
Her shoulders that barely tremble.

No word about us, no word about the past.
It’s such a trifle – what happened at the end!
When solitude for two – it is so sad...
– The sun, with a slanting ray, at last,
Turned into gold the silver tress.

Translated by Elena Dubrovina