A birch tree lived in the park’s scanty brushwood,
As dark and dry as dejection...
In a May noon there a girl took off her hat.
And her plait fell loose. Her dear one
Completed the patterned open-work
By laughingly hanging the floral
Hat on a branch of the birch.
. . . . . . . . . .
May spied this
And from its blue height wondered how
There were bright flowers on the dead birch.
В жидкой заросли парка береза жила,
И черна, и суха, как унылость…
В майский полдень там девушка шляпу сняла,
И коса у нее распустилась.
Ее милый дорезал узорную вязь,
И на ветку березы, смеясь,
Он цветистую шляпу надел.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Это май подглядел
И дивился с своей голубой высоты,
Как на мертвой березе и ярки цветы…
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«My son seems to be finding seclusion hard to take. / But the beautiful can’t be born in noisy company, can it? / There, you can’t keep a hold on a little thought that suddenly appears: / into ears wide open only pointless speech asks lo enter. / / Your daddy bas deliberately construct...»
«Monster war, take a look at your handiwork: / In our courtyards the silence is keen. / Our young boys have grown serious suddenly. / All at once, much too soon, they are men. / We got barely a glimpse of the somber eyes / When as soldiers they left, one by one. / It's time for goodb...»
«We've a doorway with a staircase, / Also known as a "back door". / In that place as in a palace / A black cat has set up store. There's a smirk beneath his whiskers, / Darkness fits him like a glove. / Other cats are coy or frisky, / This black cat won't make a move. As his leer ge...»