A lone white sail for an instant
Appears in haze of azure foam,
What does it seek in lands so distant?
What did it leave behind at home?
The wind is whistling, the mast
Bends, screeching in resentment...
It seeks no happiness, — alas —
Nor is it fleeing from contentment!
An azure stream runs by the sail,
A ray of light shines to appease...
And yet, this rebel seeks the gale,
As if in gales there is 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!
«Clear morning is not hot, lightly / You run through the meadow. / Down the Oka pulls a barge, / Very slow. Several words without willing / You are repeating still. / Somewhere in the field is ringing / Weakly the bell. Ring in the field? On the meadow? / Are they going to the prayer...»
«To melt all, that the people forget all, / Like a candle or molten snow? / Be a handful of dust in the future / Under cross of a grave? I say no! Every moment, from anguish concussing, / I return to the same once again: / Die forever! Did for this the fortune / Give me all things to und...»
«You walk, looking just like me, / Lowering your eyes. / I lowered them also! / Stop, passerby! Read - having gathered a bouquet / Of many flowers — / That my name was Marina / And how old I was. Don't think I'll appear with menace, / That a grave here is hidden... / I loved to la...»
«Passing me by, as you walk / To charms doubtful and not mine — / If you but knew how much fire, / How much life is wasted in vain, On the rustling, occasional shade / What a heroic flame — / And how enflamed my heart / This gunpowder wasted in vain! O the trains flying into the nig...»