Marina Tsvetaeva
- Poems about Moscow. 7. Seven hills — just like seven bells!.., by Ilya Shambat
(Seven hills — just like seven bells!..)
Marina Zwetajewa (deutsch)
- Gedichte über Moskau. 7. Sieben Hügel — wie sieben Glocken!.., Josef Maria Mayer
«Once there lived a soldier-boy, / quite brave, one can’t be braver, / but he was merely a toy / for he was made of paper. / / He wished to alter everything, / and be the whole world’s helper, / but he was puppet on a string, / a soldier made of paper. / / He’d bravely go ...»
«Sound of trumpet over cities / made us weak, as tired as dogs, / we were on the run like sprinters, / and we hit the ground like rocks. / / Just a set of keys and buttons, / valves, the beauty of the brass; / the explosion, like white cotton, / seems to be quite safe to us. / / ...»
«To G. V. Darkness has covered the room an’ / it’s quiet and still as can be. / Good heavens! Your Majesty Woman, / you really want to see me? / / Lighting is muddy in here, / the walls have a leakage trace... / Your Majesty Woman! Oh dear! / How did you get to this place? / ...»
«The eyes of fear are big, / while those of happiness are round, / festivities and injuries cause wrinkles on the face... / They started playing Bach / as the conductor quietly came out, / and everything calmed down, and all was back in place...»