Drowsily an aged pine
rustles in her sleep.
Leaning on her coarse-grained trunk
Here I stand and speak.
«little pine-tree, just my age,
Give me of your strength!
Not the usual nine months,
forty years I carried,
forty years I had been bearing,
forty years I had been begging,
begged my heart out, got by pleading,
brought to term
my soul.»
Дремлет старая сосна
И шумит со сна.
Я, к шершавому стволу
Прислонясь, стою.
— Сосенка-ровесница,
Передай мне силу!
Я не девять месяцев, —
Сорок лет носила,
Сорок лет вынашивала,
Сорок лет выпрашивала,
Вымолила, выпросила,
Выносила
Душу.
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«I do not want to live my life, like all, / Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel, / Walking around in circles, being slaves, / Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves. I want to live uplifted like an eagle; / I want to live conceited like a Creole; / Smashing, threatening barriers, slid...»
«You are ready from gloom to suicide, / Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth. / Wait a while — and the spring will come to your side / After just three more snowy months. Nightingales of the cherry will whistle, / Full of nightingales cherry will stand. / May go past you the shot from th...»
«In these miniature Russian colonies / Those who are hiding from lawlessness / Their sinful bodies and souls, / Interests are so pitiful / Feelings vicious and hypocritical: / They seek only food and warmth. They all eat — it is only appropriate, / And the warmth in our time is import...»