Mousie Squeaks told Mousie Snooks:
“You know, I’m very fond of books.
Of course, I cannot read a line.
But eating books is jolly fine!”
Говорила мышка мышке:
— До чего люблю я книжки!
Не могу я их прочесть,
Но зато могу их съесть.
«The sun went strolling in the sky / When suddenly a cloud came by. / Bunny took a look outside. / “Oh, how dark it is!” he cried. And the magpies on the farm / Chattered loudly in alarm. / They hopped about the hills and plains / And shouted to the storks and cranes: / “L...»
«Long the Tsar sat lonely, brooding. / But he, too, was only human. / Tears for one sad year he shed... / And another woman wed. / She (if one be strictly truthful) / Was a born Tsaritsa — youthful, / Slim, tall, fair to look upon, / Clever, witty — and so on. / But sh...»
«The roads to the past have long been closed, / and what is the past to me now? / What is there? Bloody slabs, / or a bricked up door, / or an echo that still could not / keep quiet, although I ask so… / The same thing happened with the echo / as with what I carry in my heart.»
«Past’s path long ago was barricaded, / Now I wonder, what for me is left? / Only grave slabs where the blood has faded / Or a crumbling doorway’s bricked up cleft, / Or an echo that cannot but tarry / Even though I plead with it to stop… / Like the one that in my heart I carry / ...»