The evening flares, the cat naps on a beam.
Someone is praying: “Lord Jesus.”
The twilight blazes, the fog kindles;
There is a scarlet curtain over the ornate window.
Spider webs stretch from the golden toolshed.
Somewhere a mouse is scratching in a closed cage…
By the forest meadow — bundles of wheat.
Firs, like spears, rest against the sky.
The dew-covered groves have started to smolder…
In the heart, only silence and relics.
Задымился вечер, дремлет кот на брусе.
Кто-то помолился: «Господи Исусе».
Полыхают зори, курятся туманы,
Над резным окошком занавес багряный.
Вьются паутины с золотой повети.
Где-то мышь скребется в затворенной клети...
У лесной поляны — в свяслах копны хлеба,
Ели, словно копья, уперлися в небо.
Закадили дымом под росою рощи...
В сердце почивают тишина и мощи.
«A tomboy, she`s curly and brisk, / A bright butterfly as in summer. / The meaningless words from her lips / Are full of a genuine glamour. / / You can be her king for a day, / She can"t bear the shackles of habits. / She"ll slip out at once as a snake, / Take wing and be off as a pa...»
«Ananas au champagne! Ananas au champagne! / It`s improbably tasteful, and sparkling, and piquant! / I`m in something Norwegian. In all Spanish dressed up! / In a transport of joy I take up my pen briskly! Now the biplanes` rattle! Now the races of cars! / Now a wind-whizz of trains! The ice...»
«I am going out on the road; / A stony way is glitt`ring in the fog; / Night is still. The waste attends Sabaoth. / And a star talks with a star atop. In the sky there is so great and groovy! / Earth is dreaming in its azure dazzle... / Why do I feel so hard, so gloomy? / Am I in for any...»
«Lightning streaked out of her eye: / “I saw you / with another lady. / You’re the most heartless, / the most horrible guy…” / and went on, / and went on, / and went on, blaming. / Listen, I’m an educated chap, darling, / let’s just end it right there, don’t grumble. ...»