"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Of your face, wondering for centuries.
How memorable is the asking, attentive Stare - inviting to sit near - And the worldy flattery of the dying And the smile from the great Afar - My dear friend, gone to sailing eternally - A fresh hillock among other mounds! Pray that there will not be other sailors Ensconced in your heavenly sound. From Cycle "Girlfriend" 1 You're happy? You won't say! Barely! Better let go! You kissed too many, I do think, Therefrom, sorrow. In you I see. Nobody saved you, you the young Tragic lady. You are so tired of repeating Love's charm! Eloquent, the pig iron bracelet On bloodless arm. I love you. - Like a thundercloud Above you - sin - Because you're best of all and caustic And sting, Because in darkness of the roads differ Our lives and we, For your inspired enticement and Dark destiny, Because to you, my round-headed demon, "Forgive" I'll say, Because you - tear apart above the coffin! - Cannot be saved! |
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