"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

With a quiet, loyal flame.
Only no hidden whisper,
No whisper about him!

We do not need the bright light now,
Dim the lamp till it's barely lit.
Only no sight of the better,
No sight of it!

May in a careless worry
Year like a day only seem!
Only no thought of eternal,
No thought about him!

We will again become "sisters",
Nearer to each other sit.
Only no words of the past,
No words about it!




Schoolgirl


today all night long could not sleep
From the magickal month-of-May noise!
Quietly pulled on the pantyhose
And to the window slipped.

I'm a rebel with whirlwind in the blood,
Only passion and cold matter to me.
I have read Bourge too: One can't be
Happy when one is unloved.

"He"'s rejected since he was twelve,
Plays but Greeg and but Liszt - and come look:
He is smart and well-read, like a book,
And a poet as well!

For but one of his looks of fire
I am ready to fall on my knees!
But my parents our happiness
Do not desire.




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