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.
«The pillow hot / On both sides, / The second candle / Dying, the ravens / Crying. Haven’t / Slept all night, too late / To dream of sleep… / How unbearably white / The blind on the white window. / Good morning, morning! »
«And with you, my first vagary, / I parted. In the east it turned blue. / You said simply: ‘I won’t forget you.’ / I didn’t know at first what you could mean. / / Rise and set, the other faces, / Dear today, and tomorrow gone. / Why is it that at this page / Alone the corner ...»
«A dusty waste-plot by the cemetery, / Behind it, a river flashing blue. / You said to me: ‘Go get thee to a nunnery, / Or get a fool to marry you…’ / / Well, princes are good at such speeches, / As a girl is quick to tears, – / But may those words stream like an ermine mantle ...»
«The enemy had burned his cottage home, / And murdered all his family. / So where can a soldier turn his steps, / To whom can he carry his sorrow? In his deep grief the soldier went / Until he came to a crossroad. / He found in the expanse of field / A mount that was overgrown with grass...»