"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора And for the soul of Love herself,
O women, pray! 3 The leaves are scattered above your tombstone And winter's smell. Listen, the dead one, listen, O dear one: You're my own still. You laugh! - Moon is high - in the roadside cabin Full of charm. My - so undoubted and unchanging - Like this arm. To hospital doors with a knot in the morning I'll come again. You simply have gone to the great wide seas, To sunny land. I kissed you! I charmed you! I laugh at this darkness Beyond the tomb! I disbelieve death! I wait at the terminal - Come home. On mourning ribbon the words. And, I am also dead, if you're dead For the whole world. I see and I feel - I sense you everywhere - What's ribbon from wreaths of yours - I did not forget you and will not forget you Forevermore. I know the aimlessness of such a promise Its pointlessness too. Letter to endlessness - letter to limitlessness - Letter into the blue. 4 Here's your roses - pull your hands toward them - Having gone farther than the sea, dear friend! My dear friend, having with you born out The most precious treasures of the land. I am robbed and deceived - There's no letter, No ring in my memory! How the features are memorable to me |
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