Nikolay Zabolotsky
- The Wedding, by Boris Dralyuk
(A long ray gushes through the window...) - Wedding, by Daniel Weissbort
(A ray of light slants through the windows...)
«Scarlet light of sunset shows up on the lake. / Grouses are crying in the wood, awake. Hidden in a hollow, cries an oriole. / I donТt feel like crying, brightness in my soul. YouТll come out to meet meа later in the day, / WeТll sit down there under stack of hay. I will kiss and squeeze...»
«The crimson light of dawn is woven in the lake. / In the woods, the grouses are crying out, awake. An oriole weeps loud, hidden in the tree. / Only, I’m not crying — filled with ecstasy. You will surely meet me, later on today, / We will sit together on fresh stacks of hay. Like a bloom...»
«Farewell, my friend. Please, let me go. / With the heart, you're beating in my chest. / We are parting now, and we know — / It's for good. One day we'll find it best. Farewell, my friend — no shaking hands, no crying. / Do not sadden your eyebrows too much. / There's nothing new abou...»
«Farewell, my friend, and take it easy. / You are in my heart, my dear. Our odd / But predestined parting and the autumn’s withering / Promise the reunion afterward. / / Farewell, my friend, no words, no crying / Don’t be sad, and, please, don’t wrinkle your brows. / There is not...»