There's no need to use the gift of speech,
There is hardly anything to teach,
And the features of the animal soul
Are sublimely sad and beautiful.
Having no command of human speech,
Nor anything teachable to teach,
It swims in the hoary ocean’s gulf,
Laughing like a happy dolphin calf.
Ни о чем не нужно говорить,
Ничему не следует учить,
И печальна так и хороша
Темная звериная душа:
Ничему не хочет научить,
Не умеет вовсе говорить
И плывет дельфином молодым
По седым пучинам мировым.
«I have left my endeared home, / Getting out of my Russia of blue. / Little grove by the pond will warm / My old mother's sorrow anew. / / Like a golden croaker the moon / Lies prostrate on the water tranquil. / Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom, / In my father's beard will spill...»
«Don't you force a smile, girl, tensely, like you do, / The one I"m in love with isn't really you. / / I suppose you know it, and you know it well, / I"m not here to see you but another girl. / / I was passing by, and, well, I didn't care, — / I saw you and wanted just to stop and...»
«Trinity devotions. Morning cannon rite, / Birch-trees in the grove are filled with ringing light. / / Villagers are coming after festive sleep, / In the chimes of wind the heady spring will steep. / / There are bands and branches on the window panes. / I will cry with flowers over g...»
«Let's sit down here, my dearest, / Look and see how much I care. / I will listen to the tempest / Under your submissive stare. / / All this golden vegetation / And this fair lock of hair, — / They have come just like salvation / Of the loafer free of care. / / Long ago I ...»