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.
«And the stony word fell on my bare, / My still breathing, my still living breast. / Nevermind. I knew. I was prepared. / I will cope with it. I'll do my best. / I have work, that cannot be postponed: / To destroy my memory. And then / I must turn my soul into a stone. / I must start to...»
«Farewell! My soul with yearning’s full. / Alone I am as was before, / Again I’m prey to shadow’s pull, / Farewell, my spark, how bright you are! / Farewell! Farewell! I’ve now unfurled my sail, / And sadly at the helm I stand / And darting seagulls’ voices’ wail / And stre...»
«December… Snowdrifts in the yard… / Your words and you I still remember; / How in the snow-night, silver-starred, / So shyly shook your every member. In pearly lace of old Marseilles / You day-dreamed by the velvet curtain: / Around you suitors eyed their prey / On low-slung sofas, ...»
«When our vigor is descending, / And strength beginning to decay, / We must, like temporary tenants, / For new arrivals clear the way. Then save us, our guardian angel, / From harsh reproofs and petty fuss, / From calumny against the changes / The future has in store for us. Let us not ...»