"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора With my angst already.
And this my miserable nature In you is most awfully clear: In your without two months two years - You're in despair. All dolls in whole wide world, all horses You'll give without a second thought For one page from my notebook And pencil I bought. You're in a fight with maids - you want All things by yourself done. Then suddenly you're in despair: "The sea's gone home." However proudly I speak of you, I can't transmit you all about When you are asking me, "Mother, Please kiss my snout." You know, all in me is laughing When somebody once again Attempts to kiss you I am the snake that took the princess, A dragon! Groom of grooms! O light Of my eyes - O the jealousy Of my night! From Cycle "P.E." 1 Clad in the golden dust of evening An August day did quietly melt. The ringing streetcars rushed onwards And people went. I went along a quiet side street Without aim, absent-mindedly. And I remember how the church bells Sang quietly. |
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