"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора 9
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. 10 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. 11 |
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