O, you, my life, enough of fuss,
Enough complaints, – it's all just void.
And peace descends into the world –
You, too, search for your rest.
I want the heavy snow to fall,
The sky, transparent blue, to stretch,
And that I could forever sense
Ice in my heart and on the trees - some frost.
О, жизнь моя! Не надо суеты,
Не надо жалоб, — это все пустое.
Покой нисходит в мир, — ищи и ты покоя.
Мне хочется, чтоб снег тяжелый лег,
Тянулся небосвод прозрачно-синий,
И чтоб я жил, и чувствовать бы мог
На сердце лед и на деревьях иней.
«The pillow hot / On both sides, / The second candle / Dying, the ravens / Crying. Haven’t / Slept all night, too late / To dream of sleep… / How unbearably white / The blind on the white window. / Good morning, morning! »
«And with you, my first vagary, / I parted. In the east it turned blue. / You said simply: ‘I won’t forget you.’ / I didn’t know at first what you could mean. / / Rise and set, the other faces, / Dear today, and tomorrow gone. / Why is it that at this page / Alone the corner ...»
«A dusty waste-plot by the cemetery, / Behind it, a river flashing blue. / You said to me: ‘Go get thee to a nunnery, / Or get a fool to marry you…’ / / Well, princes are good at such speeches, / As a girl is quick to tears, – / But may those words stream like an ermine mantle ...»
«The enemy had burned his cottage home, / And murdered all his family. / So where can a soldier turn his steps, / To whom can he carry his sorrow? In his deep grief the soldier went / Until he came to a crossroad. / He found in the expanse of field / A mount that was overgrown with grass...»