Pursued by howling foes,
I run a mortal race;
The newly fallen snow
Is so nice for chase.
The hooting, tally-ho'ing
Surrounds me, high-pitched.
Saliva bubbles and foams in
The jaws of an old bitch.
The world of rimy snouts,
Of canine bloodshot eyes,
They all are so proud,
The hound's role is prized.
And setting back my ears,
I run for life, half slain
By suffocating fear
Amidst the shining plain.
I'm running, running, running,
But know all the same:
It ends my life, this funny,
This ancient hunting game.
Свой дом родимый брошу,
Бегу, едва дыша;
По первой по пороше
Охота хороша.
Мир будет улюлюкать:
Ату его, ату...
Слюна у старой суки
Пузырится во рту.
Мир песьих, красноглазых,
Заиндевевших морд,
Где каждый до отказа
Собачьей ролью горд.
И я, прижавши уши,
Бегу, бегу, бегу,
И сердце душит душу
В блистающем снегу.
И в вое кобелином,
Гудящем за спиной,
Игрой такой старинной
Закончу путь земной.
«Like a white stone in the depth of a well, / There is one memory lying in me. / I don't want to fight: / It's a joy and a suffering. It seems to me, that the one who looks / Closer into my eyes, will see it at once. / It will become sadder and more pensive / For the one receiving the sc...»
«In the hours at the table. / An impossibly white page. / The mimosa smells of Nice and warmth. / A large bird flies in the moonlight's path. And making your braid tight for the night, / As if you would need braids tomorrow, / Through the window I'm looking, sad no more, / At the sea, th...»
«Everything is as it used to be: there is fine sharp snow / Hitting at the windows of the dining room, / And I myself haven't become new, / But a man came to me. I asked: "What do you want?" / He said, "To be with you in hell." / I laughed: "You'll predict us both, possibly, bad luck." Bu...»
«The land though not mine, / But forever in my memory, / And in the sea, / Tender icy and unsalted water. On the bottom the sand is whiter than chalk, / And the air is drunk, like wine, / And the rosy body of the pine trees / Is naked at the sunset hour. And the sunset itself in the wav...»