to Valentina Serova
That's how we live, without forgetting,
Today it's him, tomorrow I.
The cup of death goes round the table
And each must wait his turn to die.
If I am blind to how you treat me.
It's not because I cannot see.
It is because, around the table,
The cup comes round again towards me!
Да, мы живём, не забывая
Что просто не пришел черед,
Что смерть, как чаша круговая,
Наш стол обходит круглый год.
Не потому тебе прощаю,
Что не умею помнить зла,
А потому, что круговая
Ко мне все ближе вдоль стола.
«You remember, / Of course you remember it all. / You remember / How I stood by the wall, / How you walked nervously around the room / Throwing sharp words / In my face. / / You said / It was time to part ways, / That you had had enough / Of my manic life, / That it was time ...»
«I’m sick, my friend, / I’m very, very sick. / Can’t put my finger on the origin of this pain. / Either the wind whistles / Over an empty, deserted field, / Or alcohol rains on my brain / Like it's a September grove. / / My head flaps its ears / Like wings of a bird, / No l...»
«From the darkness the years flow out / Rustling noisily like a chamomile field. / There's a dog in my memory now, / She was my friend since I was kid. Now the ardor of youth has turned quiet / Like the maple by my window turned stale, / I remember a girl dressed in white / And a d...»
«1 From the totality / Of excesses, haste, / Machinery and greed / Arose the state. / The state stood for a fortress, sword, / Law and agreement. The state / Became the center / Of ill-managed, widespread evil: / A giant armored stomach, / In which the people function / ...»