A lone white sail shows for an instant
Where gleams the sea, an azure streak.
What left it in its homeland distant?
In alien parts what does it seek?
The billow play, the mast bends creaking,
The wind, impatient, moans and sighs…
It is not joy that it is seeking,
Nor is it happiness it flies.
The blue wave dance, they dance and tremble,
The sun’s bright ray caress the seas.
And yet for storm it begs, the rebel,
As if in storm lurked calm and peace!..
Белеет парус одинокой
В тумане моря голубом!..
Что ищет он в стране далекой?
Что кинул он в краю родном?..
Играют волны — ветер свищет,
И мачта гнется и скрыпит...
Увы! он счастия не ищет,
И не от счастия бежит!
Под ним струя светлей лазури,
Над ним луч солнца золотой...
А он, мятежный, просит бури,
Как будто в бурях есть покой!
«To Yuniya Anrep Was my fate altered to such an extent, / Or did the game end without warning? / Where are those winters when I went to bed / At six o’clock in the morning? I’ve started living on a wild shore, / Severely and calmly, these days. / I simply cannot utter anymore / Neit...»
«Like a white stone at the bottom of the well, / One recollection lies inside of me. / I can’t and do not want to fight its spell: / For me, it’s both — my joy and agony. It seems to me, that anyone will sense it / While gazing at my eyes with disbelief, / And instantly become more s...»
«First ray – Lord’s blessing, falling frail, / Just lightly grazed the love one’s face, / And drowsing, he became more pale, / But deeper into sleep fell in a daze. In truth, he must have felt it as a kiss, / As heaven’s warmth was spreading over… / Thus, long ago, I gently press...»
«I was born neither early nor late, / This, only, blessed time was fleeting. / Only God did not grant, I’m afraid, / My heart to live without cheating. / Hence, the parlor is all dark inside, / And the friends that I’ve always held close, / As though sorrowful birds of the night, / ...»