Amongst deaf silence in the middle rooms
At light by candle image looms.
Young girl stakes out twinkling blaze
With thoughts, wandering in maze.
Surrounded candle- bottle of wine and glass…
Stomps pain in grape drink solitary lass.
Her pensive glance as blue abyss
Her charming facial features,
has distorted diss…
***
First rays sun slide on marble table
And stopped on “nightmarish zabel”…
Three empty boxes from the tablets…
On bed… not touched white sheets and blankets.
***
Still sits young girl in easy chair,
Has frozen on her face despair…
She sits as “sleeping queen”,
But heartbeat never will begin.
Íå âî âñåõ ñëîâàðÿõ åñòü: diss – íåóäîâëåòâîðåíèå,
zabel – äåñåðò,
easy chair - êðåñëî.