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Anna A. Akhmatova |
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Вечером |
Evening |
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Звенела музыка в саду |
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Grief inexpressible was in |
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Таким невыразимым горем. |
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The strings' untiring twang and chatter. |
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Свежо и остро пахли морем |
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Fresh oysters, waiting on a platter, |
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На блюде устрицы во льду. |
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Smelled pungently of salt and brine. |
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Он мне сказал: "Я верный друг!" - |
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He said: "I am your friend." And as |
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И моего коснулся платья. |
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He said it, touched my sleeve. How chary |
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Как не похожи на объятья |
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Of warmth those fingers were, how very |
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Прикосновенья этих рук. |
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Far was their touch from a caress. |
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Так гладят кошек или птиц, |
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So cats and birds are petted, eyed |
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Так на наездниц смотрят стройных. |
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So is a circus rider slender. |
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Лишь смех в глазах его спокойных, |
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A smile, one gay and almost tender, |
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Под легким золотом ресниц. |
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Beneath his sandy lashes hid. |
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А скорбных скрипок голоса |
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Behind the screen of smoke, a burst |
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Поют за стелющимся дымом: |
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Of music came, the fiddles shivered: |
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"Благослови же небеса: |
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Bless God and thank him for this tryst, |
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Ты первый раз одна с любимым". |
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Your very first with your beloved. |
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1913 |
Translated by Irina Zheleznova |
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