"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Know of the tender face so dear,
Still one more moment - what a tempest Played here. I struggled like a hero. Even You and I once together dined! A muted voice I do remember And lips' outline. And hair, fluffier than down, And - the most dear! - The gorgeous wrinkles of laughter Your long eyes near. And I recall - you sat right there, I, here - but you do forget. What effort all this cost to me, What minutes yet - To sit, giving off reams of smoke, And to observe silence complete ... It was intolerable to me Like this to sit. You do recall this conversation Behold, you know, for such a strange dinner There cannot be. In a half-turn, in a half-darkness I laugh, not waiting for myself: "Eyes of a thoroughbred dog, Count, Farewell." -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Lost and without aim completely I walked an alley dark as well And, seemingly, there was no singing Of the bell. 2 When he did live everyone loved him Eternal loyalty did vow, Carry the wreaths out of the lilies Onto fresh snow. Over his miserable lodgings For a brief minute go slow |
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