I never took revenge and never will avenge myself —
One is not forgiven nor forgives
From the day I opened my eyes — till the coffin of oak
I will not lower myself — and God knows
Not overlook the great decline of this century ...
— But if a man is worthy?..
— No. I never fight in vain: not with anyone.
One is not forgiven: anything.
Никому не отмстила и не отмщу —
Одному не простила и не прощу
С дня как очи раскрыла — по гроб дубов
Ничего не спустила — и видит Бог
Не спущу до великого спуска век…
— Но достоин ли человек?..
— Нет. Впустую дерусь: ни с кем.
Одному не простила: всем.
«All trousers are cut in the same way, / Same goes for whiskers, overcoats, even pots. / I am the same as everyone on the street / And blend in completely at the corner... But I would not trade in my personality / To become a member of it all, or it of me — / I wrap myself entirely in in...»
«Tightly coiled, like a snake it sits / In my very heart, weaving spells / Or murmurs for days on end / Like a dove on my white windowsill. In the sparkle of hoarfrost a gleam, / In the carnation's slumber a hint, / And secretly, surely it leads / From all joy and peace of mind. It can ...»
«Then helplessly my breast grew cold, / But my steps were light. / I pulled the glove for my left hand / Onto my right. There seemed to be many steps, / But I knew--there were only three! / The whisper of autumn in the maples / Was pleading: "die with me! I am betrayed by my doleful, / ...»
«The memory of the sun is weakening my heart. / Turns yellow the grass. / The wind blows the early snowflakes, / Lightly, lightly. In the narrow channels there is no flow — / Water freezes. / Nothing will ever happen here, — / Oh, never! In the empty sky the willow has thrown / A ...»