At the moment the autumn disappeared,
The brusque winter came tearing all along.
Winged like, it has appeared,
No one knows how, why, or for how long.
Deep frosts turned the dams into sheer ice,
(A heavenly sight for every ice sprinter)
Some boys exclaimed, «Hey, it’s nice!»
Others added, «Thank you winter».
With new designs on the glazed windows
Mysterious beauty the world acquired
Even though everyone paused and admired
Who did it, when, and how? No one knows.
The falling snowflakes swirled and dashed,
Then settled down like a huge white throw.
Just then in the clouds the sunlight flashed
And a sparkle appeared on the frosted snow.
Вот уж осень улетела,
И примчалася зима.
Как на крыльях, прилетела
Невидимо вдруг она.
Вот морозы затрещали
И сковали все пруды.
И мальчишки закричали
Ей «спасибо» за труды.
Вот появилися узоры
На стеклах дивной красоты.
Все устремили свои взоры,
Глядя на это. С высоты
Снег падает, мелькает, вьется,
Ложится велой пеленой.
Вот солнце в облаках мигает,
И иней на снегу сверкает.
«It happened in Vallen-Koski1, / The rain descended from somber clouds, / And planks of wood, yellow and sodden, / Plunged over the mournful rocks. After such a cold night we were yawning, / Tears stood in our eyes: / To divert ourselves, for the fourth time, / We threw a doll into the w...»
«Outside, the music is steeped / In such ineffable sadness. / The ice-packed oysters on the dish / Have the sharp, fresh tang of sea. He said to me: "I really am / A true friend!" — and he touched my dress. / How unlike a caress it was, / The touch of those hands. This is how cats or ...»
«August — asters, / August — stars, / August — bunches / Of grapes and ashberry / Rusty — August! Like a child, August / You play with your apple / Good-natured and full of weight. / Like with hand, with your imperial / Name you do caress the heart: / August! — Heart!...»
«A virgin and a bride, I passed away / He used to tell me my allure was gleaming / Of love, in frenzy, I was only dreaming, — / And with delight, I lived in brief dismay. One April day I simply walked away, / I left forever, passive and not grieving — / But there was still a reason in ...»