It’ll sneak up on me, so quiet —
Like the forest during the night.
I’ll bring you the dove, — I’ll hide it
In my apron and bring it inside.
I’ll stand in your doorway — inert!
Shame — like the weight of a stone.
But the apron’s too tight for a bird,
And the bird will fly on its own!
Она подкрадётся неслышно —
Как полночь в дремучем лесу.
Я знаю: в передничке пышном
Я голубя Вам принесу.
Так: встану в дверях — и ни с места!
Свинцовыми гирями — стыд.
Но птице в переднике — тесно,
И птица — сама полетит!
«I must he ill, of course. I’ve been shivering / for three days now like a horse before the races. / Even the haughty man who lives on my landing / has said as much to me: / Bella, you’re shaking! / / Please control yourself, this strange disease of yours / is rocking the walls, it...»
«1 All morning I’ve had this Rain around me. / Rudely, I kept on saying: Leave me alone! / So it drew back, but soon there it was again / as sad and loving as a little daughter. Rain. On my back. Stuck there like a wing. / I reproached it: Here, you / shameless, useless thing! / Think...»
«Your house, all without feeling of misfortune, / Has met me and has smacked me on my cheek. / As if a fish out from water, / Behind the glass looked a tea service. / A dog has leaped out to me, / As small jackdaw, and yelling, / Defenseless burs, all with thorn's heap, / Were sitting t...»
«Avenues so wretched, / snowbanks, bitter frost. / Desperate little urchins / with trays of cigarettes. / Wandering dirty avenues, / enjoying evil games – / all of them are pickpockets, / all are jolly thieves. / That bunch takes Nikitskaya, / this – Tverskaya Square. / They s...»