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

The clock - what time it is?
Rang out.
Hollows of giant eyes,
Watered satin of the dress..
I just about see you, I guess,
Just about.

The neighboring porch
Has turned off the light.
Somewhere they love too much..
Your face's sketch
Is a scary sight.

It's semi-dark in the room,
One is the night.
Pierced by the light of the moon
Window deepened -
Like ice sheet.

"You give up" - the voice burst.
"I didn't fight by choice."
Voice from the moon catches frost.
Voice - like from hundred verst
This same voice!

Between us stood ray of moon,
Moving the world everywhere.
Intolerably shone
Metal red-brown
Of crazy hair.

Run of the moon forgot
History's run.
Mirror breaks moon apart.
Knocking of hooves far apart,
Screeching of a cart.

Light on the street burned down,
Running fades.
A cock will sing soon
Parting for two young
Ladies.




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