The sky is not blossoming with stars in the fog, the
Timid evening has not kindled them today... Only the
Languid fir trees are gleaming through the windows,
And the whirling light snow is covering us.
The snowflakes showered on the fur of your
Eyelashes will not let you look into my eyes;
Like tears, but not burning up my heart,
Like stars, but such as have grown tired of shining...
Your stars are flooded against their will
With the mad hurt of their love...
And I painfully envy the snowflakes
Because it is with them that you are crying...
Небо звездами в тумане не расцветится,
Робкий вечер их сегодня не зажег…
Только томные по окнам елки светятся,
Да, кружася, заметает нас снежок.
Мех ресниц твоих пушинки закидавшие
Не дают тебе в глаза мои смотреть,
Сами слезы, только сердца не сжигавшие,
Сами звезды, но уставшие гореть…
Это их любви безумною обидою
Против воли твои звезды залиты…
И мучительно снежинкам я завидую,
Потому что ими плачешь ты…
«Springtime doesn’t always resemble joy. / And the sand is yellow not because of the sunlight. / Your weather-beaten skin exuded / The rays of buckwheat-colored fuzz. Near the sky-blue watering hole / Over the fields of prickly orache / We swore that we shall be two / And will never ev...»
«To Klyuev Now my love is not what it used to be. / Oh, I know, you are grieving, you are grieving / That the broom of the moon / Didn’t splash around the puddles of verses. Feeling sad and rejoicing at the star / That falls down onto your eyebrows / You have given the cabin a heart thr...»
«There’s crazy happiness in friendship. / And the convulsion of wild passions — / The fire melts the body down / As if it were a stearine candle. Oh my beloved! give me your hands — / I’m not used to doing it any other way — / I want to wash them at this time of parting / With ...»
«You loose your darling only once, / And never find his trace on planet. / And he was so close before, / But, he had left, and darkness settles. And even if he left at day, / This does not matter any longer. / Let’s get him back, before too late, / Before he reached his final road. Y...»