“Come, Children!
Who is the bravest in the world?”
They knew—and answered in one singing voice:
“The lion!”
“The lion? Ha ha...It’s easy to be brave
If your paws are as wide as mops.
No, it’s neither the lion, nor the elephant,
But the littlest one—The mouse!
Why, just yesterday, I saw a miracle:
A little mouse climbed into a bowl
Right under the nose of a sleeping cat,
And without hurrying, it ate up all the crumbs.
How about that!
"Ну-ка, дети!
Кто храбрее всех на свете?"
Так и знал - в ответ все хором нараспев:
"Лев!"
- "Лев? ха-ха... легко быть храбрым,
Если лапы шире швабры,
Нет, ни лев, ни слон... храбрее всех малыш -
Мышь!
Сам вчера я видел чудо,
Как мышонок влез на блюдо
И у носа спящей кошки
Не спеша поел все крошки.
Что!"
«The people of Israel, cry, cry! / You lost your star, divine and blessed; / It will not ever light the sky — / And dark will catch the earthly place. / There is, at last, a single man, / Who'd lost the whole world at that; / Void of a thought, a sense, midst plains, / He sought her t...»
«On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold, / A lone pine-tree somewhere stands; / She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow / With a mantel from feet to a head. She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert, / In lands where the sun enters skies, / Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburn...»
«Not with the proud kind of beauty / She charms the animated youth, / And she doesn't drag behind her booty — / The crowd of her slaves, confused. Her waist isn't one of any goddess, / Her breast does not rise like sea waves, / And nobody calls her gorgeous, / While falling on his knee...»
«No, not with you I fell in love so fast, / And not for me your beauty is succeeding; / I love in you my suffering preceding, / And youth of mine, that perished in the past. And when sometimes my look is long and hard, / And penetrates your eyes of high perfection; / I'm busy with a secret...»