Marina Tsvetaeva
Don Juan. 1. Under the sixth birch...

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Under the sixth birch
At the corner church
On the frosty dawn
Wait, Don Juan!

But with groom, alas,
And my life I swear,
There is nowhere
In my land to kiss!

We don't have a fountain,
And the well did freeze,
Strict, severe eyes
Does Madonna have.

And so that the beauties
Trifles would not hear
We have loud and clear
Ringing of the bell.

Here I would have lived,
But — I will grow old,
You don't like my world
O the handsome one.

Ah, in a bear coat
It's hard to recognize you,
If not for your lips too,
O Don Juan!

Translated by Ilya Shambat