Swamps and marshland sodden,
Heaven а cloth of blue,
Pinewoods that are throbbing
With а golden hue.
Tomtits through the foliage
Flit with other birds,
Of the calls of mowers
Dream the shady firs.
Creaking through the meadow
Goes а country cart —
Wooden wheels а heady
Linden scent impart.
Willows hear their branches
Whistle in the breeze...
Country long abandoned,
Where my heart's at ease!..
Топи да болота,
Синий плат небес.
Хвойной позолотой
Вззвенивает лес.
Тенькает синица
Меж лесных кудрей,
Темным елям снится
Гомон косарей.
По лугу со скрипом
Тянется обоз —
Суховатой липой
Пахнет от колес.
Слухают ракиты
Посвист ветряной…
Край ты мой забытый,
Край ты мой родной.
«Each and every day, I get / One letter, like a bride. / I’m responding to my friend, / Writing late at night: “On my way into the dark, / I’ve stopped in white death’s den. / My dear, — don’t leave an evil mark / On another man.” And a brilliant star gleams / Between tw...»
«An angel of God, who betrothed us / In secrecy, one winter morning, / Keeps his darkened eyes watching over / The life that we live sorrow-free. That is why we love blue skies, / Cool fresh wind, and fragile air, / And the blackening tree branches / High above the cast-iron fences. Tha...»
«Somewhere, without complications, / There’s a world that’s warm and clear... / Across the fence, two, with elation, / Converse and just the bees can hear / The tenderest of conversations. But we live life that’s grand and tough, / And keep the rites of bitter meetings, / When sudd...»
«I don’t think of you often at all / I’m not interested much in your fate, / But the imprint you left on my soul / On our trivial meeting won’t fade. I avoid your red house by design, / Your red house overlooking the water, / But I know I disturb every time / Your sun-pierced peace...»