The snow is whirling lively and strong,
A three horse sleigh is dashing along.
Some young ones are in the sleigh. Oh Boy!
Where is my happiness? Where is my joy?
All has slipped by through the storm in this way, —
Dashing like mad in a three horse sleigh.
Снежная замять крутит бойко,
По полю мчится чужая тройка.
Мчится на тройке чужая младость.
Где мое счастье? Где моя радость?
Все укатилось под вихрем бойким
Вот на такой же бешеной тройке.
«I was walking an obscure route / And abruptly I heard caws of crows, / A distant thunder and a tinkling lute: / A rushing tram was really close. How I leapt to its step / Is still a mystery to me. / It left a fiery track beyond itself / Which even in the daylight I could see. Dashing l...»
«The street I walked was unfamiliar, / Suddenly I heard crows caw, / And a lute clink, and distant thunder, — / In front of me a tram flew. How I leaped up on its rail / Puzzled me a great deal, / For in the air, its fiery trail / Persisted through the light of day. It tore off like a...»
«A strange street, then crows / croaking, then the sound of a lute / and thunder crawling slow / from a distance — then a tram at my feet And I leaped, somehow, and the railing / held, and I stood, dazed, / stupidly watching a trail / of fire streaking like sunrays. Rushing like a sto...»
«I was walking down an unfamiliar street, / and suddenly I heard the caws of crows, / and distant thunder, and a ringing lute: / a tram flew by, before my eyes. Just how I ran onto its running board / remains a mystery. / The tail it trailed, even in daylight, / was firebird-fiery. It r...»