You are not fed soft food,
Not carried away in winter to warmth
And every hour with a diligent hand
Your wing is not sleek.

There, above the rock, near the azure,
On a dying oak
From the first days you have experienced the storms
And with hurricanes — a fight.

Teased young power
And heat, and hunger, and a thunderstorm,
And the ascendant
You looked over the sea in the eye.

But when it’s time to mature,
From the nest you spread your wings
And, waving them boldly trusting,
Expanding, swam across the sky.

When the lamp in front of our eyes
To the temple of Roman muses you lit up a step
And we wondered involuntarily that above us
Horace hovers a shadow, —

For the first time, quiet and joyful tears
The singer breathing from your lips has pulled out:
His non-fading roses captivated us
And a greening crown.

Into the silenced chamber to Minerva and Zeus
Following you the crowd was jubilant, —
And quietly the ancient you spread the veil
From a thundering eagle.

But your light is gone. Reliable union
Fate did not doom between us and you —
And, dropping the lyre, the muse fell silently
In tears above the grave urn.

How rich I am in insane verses!
I am pleased with this shine and need it:
All my diamonds in heaven
All dewdrops beneath them are pearls.

Come out, beauty, do not be timid!
There are sounds, there are expensive colors:
It’s all me sorcerer poet
Lost in an instant of affection.

But when you pin a flower
Playfully il with a crafty doom,
And, like in a haze, your meek pupil
Light up heart poison

And a raid of young shame
A little lanita dawns the dawn, —
Oh how poor, how miserable then
How helpless I am before you!

In a soul tormented by years
There is an impregnable clean temple
Where everything is imperishable, that fate
In joy was sent to us.
  
For the world, the path to it stalls, —
But in this virgin stash,
Although he could, he’d rather dry up,
What the path will indicate, my language.
  
Tell me how, at the first meeting,
Soothingly reduced
Yesterday — oh, how far it is! —
Live you entered it?
  
And now from now on involuntarily
In my blessed memory
One smile to a tender bole
One star of love is brighter.

I won’t tell you anything
And I won’t worry you at all
And that I silently endure
I will not dare to hint for anything.

Night flowers sleep all day
But only the sun will set behind the grove
The sheets are quietly revealed
And I hear the heart bloom

And into a sick, tired chest
Moisturizing in the night … I tremble
I don’t worry you at all
I won’t tell you anything.

Take my heart to the ringing distance
       Where, like a month behind a grove of sadness;
In these sounds to your hot tears
       The smile of love shines meekly.

Oh child! how easy amid invisible swell
Trust me in your song:
Higher, higher, sailing silver
Like a shaky shadow behind a wing.

In the distance your voice freezes, grief
       Like a dawn beyond the sea at night
And from somewhere suddenly, I can’t understand,
       The sonorous rush of pearls will burst.

Take my heart away to the ringing distance
       Where is the meek, like a smile, sadness,
And all the above rush silver way
       I’m like a shaky shadow behind a wing.

Coals grow dull. In the twilight
Transparent twinkle twinkle.
So splashing on a crimson poppy
Wing azure moth.

Visions variegated string
Attracts, tired looking gaze,
And unsolved faces
From the ashes of gray look.

Gets up affectionately and amicably
Past happiness and sadness
And the soul lies that she does not need
All that deeply sorry.

Than longing, and do not know help;
Looking for a cool fresh chest,
The windows wide open, I can’t fall asleep
And in the garden over the creek all night
The nightingale spills, whistles.

Slim poplar stands under the window
The leaves in the air were all numb.
Similarly, the thoughts are the same in him,
He’s definitely judging me with the singer, —
He will not utter a sigh or a trill.

Loud nightiAt dawn, only sleepy
But only a bright scarlet I note —
I’ll flare up — and again I won’t fall asleep.
Know last meet spring
And I won’t meet you on earth.

For a long time I dreamed the cries of your sobs, —
It was a voice of resentment, crying powerlessness;
For a long, long time I dreamed that joyful moment,
As I begged you — an unfortunate executioner.

Years passed, we knew how to love,
A smile blossomed, sadness was sad;
It rushed through for years, and I had to leave:
Took me to an unknown distance.

You gave me a hand, asked: «Are you coming?»
A little in my eyes I noticed two drops of tears;
These sparks in my eyes and cold shiver
I have endured forever in sleepless nights.

What a sadness! End of the alley
Again in the morning disappeared into the dust
Silver Snakes Again
Through the snowdrifts crawled.

There’s not a bit of azure in the sky,
Everything is smooth in the steppe, everything is white,
Only the raven against the storm
He flaps his wings heavily.

And the soul does not dawn
It’s the same cold that it’s all around,
Lazy Duma Falls Asleep
Over dying labor.

And all hope in the heart smolders
That, perhaps, by chance,
Again the soul will be younger
Again, the native will see the land,

Where the storms fly by
Where the passionate thought is pure
And the initiates only visibly
Spring blooms and beauty.