The dull air is moist and resounding;
In the forest it is good and no danger.
Once again I will bear obediently
My light cross of solitary walks.
And once again a reproach to my heartless fatherland
Will fly up like a wild duck,
It is a gloomy life I take part in
Where every single one is alone!
A shot has rung out. Now over the drowsy lake
The ducks' wings are heavy.
And the pine trunks are stupefied
By their double, reflected existence.
The sky, dull with a strange shine...
A worldwide, misty pain...
Oh, let me also be misty in this way,
And let me not to love you.
Воздух пасмурный влажен и гулок;
Хорошо и не страшно в лесу.
Легкий крест одиноких прогулок
Я покорно опять понесу.
И опять к равнодушной отчизне
Дикой уткой взовьется упрек, —
Я участвую в сумрачной жизни,
Где один к одному одинок!
Выстрел грянул. Над озером сонным
Крылья уток теперь тяжелы.
И двойным бытием отраженным
Одурманены сосен стволы.
Небо тусклое с отсветом странным —
Мировая туманная боль —
О, позволь мне быть также туманным
И тебя не любить мне позволь.
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«When, like a beast, the snow storm roars, / when, in a rage, it howls, / you do not have to lock the doors, / of your residing house. When on a lasting trip you go / the road is hard, supposing, / you ought to open wide your door / leave it unlocked, don't close it. / / As you leav...»
«Wintertime. Night. Flying over the lampshade / a butterfly struggles: / wishing to rise high above the precarious fortune / one bungles. / / Now in December a summer time butterfly / wants to revive, / not even thinking about / the Good and the Evil in life. / / Is it a butterf...»
«This is not a park you visit to relax and meditate. / In a circus one has got to fall and rise, not sit and wait. / / Sliding round, round, round right beneath the top / one must not have any doubts, think of something like a flop. / / Dressing up for the occasion doesn’t really mean...»