When your voice I hear
So tenderly ringing,
Like a captive bird
I wake with a song.
When your glance I meet,
In your azure eyes,
My soul arises
With a longing for you.
I fain would weep
In my happiness:
Oh to hold you, dear,
Close to my heart!
Слышу ли голос твой
Звонкий и ласковый,
Как птичка в клетке,
Сердце запрыгает;
Встречу ль глаза твои
Лазурно-глубокие,
Душа им навстречу
Из груди просится,
И как-то весело,
И хочется плакать,
И так на шею бы
Тебе я кинулся.
«A far-off time arises in my memory, / The house in the Petersburg Quarters, / A humble daughter of the modest gentry, / Born in Kursk, you are here taking courses. You are cute, — you have many admirers. / This white night, it is only us two, / Sprawling out on your windowsill, tireless...»
«Onto my barely living chest, / The stone of the verdict fell. / But I was ready for this test, / Somehow, I’ll bear this hell. So much that I must do alone: / I’ll start by erasing the past, / I’ll turn my living soul to stone, / And learn to live, at last. Or else... The summer,...»
«I loved you, and that love to die refusing, / May still — who knows! Be smoldering in my breast. / Pray, be not pained — believe me, of my choosing / I’d never have you troubled nor yet distressed. I loved you mutely, hopelessly and truly, / With shy yet fervent, tenderness aglow; / ...»
«I loved you; and I probably still do, / And for awhile the feeling may remain — / But let my love no longer trouble you: / I do not wish to cause you any pain. I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew / The jealousy, the shyness — though in vain — / Made up a love so tender and so t...»