The woods have turned green,
The pond has turned green.
And green frogs
Croak their songs.
A fir-tree--a sheaf of green candles,
Moss--a green carpet.
And a green grasshopper
Conducts the song...
Above a house's green roof
A green oak sleeps,
And two green gnomes
Sit between its chimneys.
After breaking a green leaf,
The younger gnome whispers:
"You see, that red-haired student
In the window?
Why isn't he green?
It's May already...May!"
The older gnome yawns drowsily:
"Why don't you just shut up?"
Зеленеют все опушки,
Зеленеет пруд.
А зеленые лягушки
Песенку поют.
Елка - сноп зеленых свечек,
Мох - зеленый пол.
И зелененький кузнечик
Песенку завел...
Над зеленой крышей дома
Спит зеленый дуб.
Два зелененькие гнома
Сели между труб.
И, сорвав зеленый листик,
Шепчет младший гном:
"Видишь? рыжий гимназистик
Ходит под окном.
Отчего он не зеленый?
Май теперь ведь... май!"
Старший гном зевает сонно:
"Цыц! не приставай".
«My insatiable memory is like / A melting asphalt roadway: / I remember all who have passed along it, / Every movement of their life... / The tracks of iron wheels, of teeth, / The rusty tracks of injury and anguish. / Nearby the sweet birdlike prints / Of a dead daughter's little shoes...»
«Where firs by snow all silvered stand, / Where palms grow in the golden south, / From home to home, from land to land, / His words pass on from mouth to mouth. On shores both near and far away, / By more than one new generation / In all five continents, today / His name is held in vener...»
«In peace lie hills and fields and dark-blue valleys, / And woods like lazy billows rise and fall; / Yet still before me, tortuous and silent, / A line, invisible, runs through them all. All the way from Ladoga* you'll trace it. / Right to the Gulf of Finland it does run; / You'll find it ...»
«The hour was late, was lost / in the loud night. / The kolkhoz lantern tossed / its yellowing light over the stones, the stream / danced quick with gold, / and by that lantern beam / a tale was told, as if, where spindrift rays / of water clashed, / the wild scenes of my days / f...»