I watch you as coldly as never,
But can’t keep this pine in my breast,
Today sun’s in smoke of havens,
And sadness makes heavy a breath.
I know, I breed just a fable —
At least, trust to fables, — but you?..
Like needless oblations, in alleys,
Leaves fall in the mournful hue.
We’re joined by the fate that was blinded:
Would God join us ‘there’ — behind sky?..
Don’t laugh, if in spring days, delighted,
You’ll step on the lives that here die.
Гляжу на тебя равнодушно,
А в сердце тоски не уйму...
Сегодня томительно — душно,
Но солнце таится в дыму.
Я знаю, что сон я лелею,
Но верен хоть снам я, — а ты?..
Ненужною жертвой в аллею
Падут, умирая, листы...
Судьба нас сводила слепая:
Бог знает, мы свидимся ль там...
Но знаешь?.. Не смейся, ступая
Весною по мертвым листам!
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