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

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I'll repeat in hour of parting
When love comes to end
That I loved, yes that I loved these
Your masterful hands

And the eyes - somebody isn't
Gifted with a glance! -
Those that answer are demanding
For a look by chance.

You with your thrice-cursed passion -
God sees all, say I!
And demanding a payment for
An accidental sigh.

And I tiredly say, to listen
Hurry not at all!
Why is it that your own soul
Stands across my soul.

And again I'll also tell you:
All the same - start this! -
Far too young was this my mouth
For your gentle kiss.

Glance is luminous and daring,
Heart - like five year old...
Happy's he who did not meet you
On your road.


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Before a mirror, where there's fog
And turbid sleep, your way
I want to try - where it will lead
And where there is the quay.

I see: the mast upon a ship,
And you - on deck, standing...
You - in the smoke of train... the fields
In lament of evening

The ravens flying overhead,
The evening fields in dew...
In all the four directions I
Am truly blessing you.


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