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.
«"There lived on earth a humble knight…"1 / / This little book a poet / Gave me in the corridors / Of Gosizdat.2 / The book is torn and tattered, / The poet long since dead. It was said that in his visage / There was something of a bird / And of Egypt-so they said. / He had a be...»
«If I walk the noisy streets, / Or enter a many thronged church, / Or sit among the wild young generation, / I give way to my thoughts. I say to myself: the years are fleeting, / And however many there seem to be, / We must all go under the eternal vault, / And someone's hour is already ...»
«The storm wind covers the sky / Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, / Now it howls like a wolf, / Now it is crying, like a lost child, / Now rustling the decayed thatch / On our tumbledown roof, / Now, like a delayed traveller, / Knocking on our window pane. Our wretched little cottage /...»
«If beasts within a silent forest moan, / if trumpets sound, if thunder rolls and cracks, / Or young girls sing almost inaudibly / For each initial tone / The atmosphere resounds quite suddenly / With a response, your own. You listen to the peal of distant thunder, / The rumbling voice o...»