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

Flying weightlessly!

In this wonder-town,
In this peaceful town,
Where if I were dead
I'd be happy one,
To be king for you, and to grieve for you,
A wreath to take on,
Oh my one firstborn!

You to Sacrament bow
Do not blacken brows
And all forty - count -
Forty churches now.
You with steps do walk - with a young one's walk -
All the many thrills
Of the seven hills.

Time will come for you:
And the daughters - too
You will give Moscow
With sweet sorrow.
My sleep by my will, like a ringing bell,
Early dawns above -
On the Vagankov.


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From my hands - not a hand-created town,
My gorgeous brother, my strange one.

Upon the church - Forty times forty, side by side,
And pigeons that above them glide.

And Spassky - with flowers - gate,
Where Orthodox Believer doffs his hat.

The starry belltower - haven from sin -
Where from the people's kisses floor is clean.

Incomparable five-cathedral round
Accept, my ancient and inspired friend.

To Unexpected Joy in the garden
I'll lead my guest from foreign land.

The sleepless bells will ring, will shine
The cupolas of gold very fine,

And a cloth will be dropped by Mother of God