Yuri Levitansky
- The disturbing digression, by Natasha Gotskaya
(I can`t force a line. I am finished. Run dry...) - The second disturbing digression, by Natasha Gotskaya
(OK, it has happened. Your cranes have returned...)
«The evening shades have yet to sink, / But moonlight’s shining in the lake. / The heart, the soul — and everything / Feels superstitious and opaque... This superstition leads to yearning, / And in the mist that glows opaque, / Foreseeing bliss, the heart is burning, / The pale moon ...»
«The city sleeps, wrapped in the haze, / The streetlamps barely glimmer... / And I can see the morning rays / Beyond the Neva, start to shimmer. / This distant and opaque reflection, / This gleam of the awaking blaze / Conceals the nearing resurrection / Of dreary, melancholy days...»
«Poor naked wretches... / King Leer Outside, behind the window pane, / The angry tempest rages wild, / The clouds rush with gushing rain, / The merciless wind is wailing, riled! A frightening night! On such a night, / I sympathize with all the homeless, / And pity pushes me outside – ...»
«Don’t send for me. No need to call, / I’ll come inside. / Onto my knees, I’ll quickly fall / Down by your side. I’ll tamely wait for your commands / And hear them through, / And treasure every single chance / Of meeting you. Yo...»