http://www.stihi.ru/2010/01/09/5501
The vein, blossomed fine Elena,
At the beauty it was pleasant to me.
Though its beauty is gentle, invaluable,
But it is whims of destiny – it instantly,
Suddenly began to live in other country!
And there was only a step one up to paradise,
The miracle of love, no has not turned out.
It now at passion, possessing,
Sends a news from alien so edges …
Wishing that wrote the answer the poet!
Lives, fine Elena blossoms,
At the beauty in edge of dream.
All as it is gentle at inspiration,
I wait, wishing to hear a voice in pleasure,
To apprehend that shape of beauty!
Has translated, as could - for you that it was easier to read... And that in fact already Russian has forgotten probably? I am dared, certainly!