Vladimir Solovyov
Lies in this sepulcher.
Once a philosopher
And now a skeleton.
To some he was kind,
To many an enemy;
But, having loved madly,
He plunged into a ravine
And lost his mortal soul,
Not to mention body:
The devil ransomed it,
The dogs ransacked him.
Passerby! Learn from this example,
How malignant love and beneficial faith.
Владимир Соловьев
Лежит на месте этом.
Сперва был философ.
А ныне стал шкелетом.
Иным любезен быв,
Он многим был и враг;
Но, без ума любив,
Сам ввергнулся в овраг
Он душу потерял,
Не говоря о теле:
Ее диавол взял,
Его ж собаки съели.
Прохожий! Научись из этого примера,
Сколь пагубна любовь и сколь полезна вера.
«I have got tired of chatting about something bombastic; / All these discussions entail only yawning in me... / Running from pedants for talking with you I am eagerly rushing; / Sure am I, — in your eyes, clear and clever black eyes, / There's more beauty than you find in a hundred o...»
«Once we all used to abide / together with God, side by side, / He didn't dwell in the sky, / we'd see him from time to time / alive, on the mausoleum. / He was much more clever and evil / than that other God, the old one, / known to the world as Jehovah, / whom he overthrew with a cr...»
«February. Get ink and weep! / Burst into sobs — to write and write / of February, while thundering slush / burns like black spring. For half a rouble hire a cab, / ride through chimes and the wheel's cry / to where the drenching rain is black, / louder than tears or ink — where lik...»
«Oh February. To get ink and weep! / To write of February, sob it out, / While slush is blazing through the deep, / Black spring and spreading on the ground. To rent a buggy. For six grivnas, / Amidst the church-bells, clanking wheels, / To steer it where a shower drizzles / Still louder...»