The capitals are rocked with thunder
Of orators in wordy feuds.
But in the depths of Russia, yonder,
An age-old awful silence broods.
Only the wind in wayside willows,
Coming and going, does not cease;
And corn-stalks touch in curving billows
The earth that cherishes and pillows,
Through endless fields of changeless peace.
В столицах шум, гремят витии,
Кипит словесная война,
А там, во глубине России, –
Там вековая тишина.
Лишь ветер не дает покою
Вершинам придорожных ив,
И выгибаются дугою,
Целуясь с матерью землею,
Колосья бесконечных нив...
«There is a God, yes, but He left the room / before the vote. He didn't say He'd do / a thing like that, but did it anyhow, / and simply turned our spirits upside down. / Without God, you can't cope, but He'll ignore / our queries such as "why?", "whatever for?" / and "what comes next?", ...»
«Two girls were tossing dahlias while passing. / They tossed them sparingly upon the lane. / The women shook their heads and said with sadness: / "Bouquets are pricey now — it's such a shame..." / / The street looked on with hungry discomposure. / They watched the little girls who led ...»
«Such days may meet you just before the springtime: / Beneath the snow the meadow lies in peace; / The treetops wobble with a dainty rhythm; / Benevolent and balmy is the breeze. / And you can feel the lightness in your body, / And you do not quite recognize your home, / And eagerly you f...»
«Horses do know how to swim, but / They're not very good. They don't go far. / / One more thing that's easy to remember: / "Gloria" means "glory" or "grandeur". / / Far across the sea a ship was sailing, / Proud of its bold title and its might. / / In the hold, a thousand horses ...»