There is this hard,
This shameful.
Almost impossible —
Hard:
It is to lift the eyelashes
And look into the face of a mother,
Whose son was killed.
But one shouldn’t talk about that.
Есть такое трудное,
Такое стыдное.
Почти невозможное —
Такое трудное:
Это — поднять ресницы
И взглянуть в лицо матери,
У которой убили сына.
Но не надо говорить об этом.
«As people sleep, my dear, let’s go to the shady garden. / As people sleep, only on us the stars are gazing. / But they can neither see us under the branching trees / Nor hear us — only the single nightingale hears... / But even he doesn’t hear — his song’s too loud; / The only th...»
«The roiling clouds were thrilling in the scarlet luster, / The evening fields were luxuriant and moist, / And for the last time, at the third pass the driver / Disappeared, the team raising no dust. No habitations were seen in the broad view. / Hearth and song far off — no surprise! / A...»
«Oh see the first lily of the valley! / From under the snow it asks only for / The sun’s beams; virgin luxury / In your fresh and fragrant pure odor! Bright as the first ray of spring! / What dreams descend upon it! / How enchantingly you betoken / How wildly spring will soon erupt! F...»
«It sounded above the clear river, / It rang out in the fading meadow, / It swept above the silent grove, / It lit up the opposite shore. Into the distant twilight / The river wound to the west. / Clouds, losing their gold hems, / Drifted like billows of smoke. From the hillock — firs...»