polarlis @ 2010-11-29T21:46:00
On my street who a year
sound steps - my friends go.
My friends sluggish care
the darkness outside the windows land.
Launched my friends case,
not in their homes, no music, no singing,
and only as before, the girls Degas
sends a blue feathers.
Well, well, let not fear
wake you, the defenseless, including this morning.
betrayal of the mysterious passion,
my friends, fog your eyes.
about loneliness, as your character is cool!
Posverkivaya iron compass,
how cold you are the circle closes,
not heeding assurances useless.
So call upon me, and rewards!
Your darling, caressed thee,
console, leaning against your chest,
and wash your chill blue.
Let stand on tiptoe in your woods,
at the end of the slow gesture
find the leaves, and bring it to my face,
and feel orphaned as bliss.
Give me silence your libraries,
your concerts strict motifs,
and - wisely - I will forget those,
who died or were alive until now.
And I know wisdom and sadness,
its hidden meaning confide in me things.
Nature, leaning on my shoulders,
announce his childhood secrets.
And then - out of tears out of the darkness,
of the poor of ignorance of the past
friends of my beautiful features
appear and disappear again.
1959
Bella Akhmadulina.
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