Mikhail Lermontov
in frenchMikhaïl Lermontov (français)
- Borodino, Henri Grégoire
Михайло Лермонтов (українська)
- Бородино, Василь Чумак
Mihail Ljermontov (hrvatski)
- Borodinski boj, Radomir Venturin
Mihhail Lermontov (esperanto)
- Borodino, K. Gusev
«I speak in those words suddenly / That rise once in the soul. So sharply comes / The musty odour of an old sachet, / A bee hums on a white chrysanthemum. And the room , where light strikes through slits, / Cherishes love, for here it is still new. / A bed, with a french inscription over i...»
«In the garden there were snatches of music / Wordless, melancholy. / The sharp fresh odors of the sea / Rose from oysters on cracked ice. He said to me, / "I am faithful friend", / And touched my dress: / Unlike an embrace / The touch of that hand. So one pets a cat or a bird / So ...»
«There’s nothing to be sad about. / Sadness is a crime, a prison. / A strange impression, I have risen / From the grey canvas like a sheet. / / Up-flying arms, with a bad break, / Tormented smile — I and the sitter / Had to become thus through the bitter / Hours of profligate giv...»
«Nobody came to meet me / with a lantern, / Had to find my way up / the steps by weak moonlight / / And there he was, under / the green lamp, and / With a corpse’s smile / he whispered, "Your voice / / Is strange Cinderella…" / Fire dying in the hearth, / Cricket chirpin...»