Г. Лонгфелло Сумерки
Ветер принес, завывая,
Пеной морскою играя,
Гальку прибил он к порогу.
В домике темном рыбацком,
Свет красноватый мерцает,
Маленький мальчик, тоскуя,
С тенью видений играет.
Женщина в сумраке ночи
Тихо к окну приникает,
Лик ее бледный и нежный
Только стекло отражает.
Что же за страшную сказку
Дикая ночь рассказала
И океанская буря
Детские сны разметала.
И предвкушенье ль тревоги
Женский покой отравляет,
Бледными красками горя
Грусть и тоску навевает?
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Twilight
The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
Flash the white caps of the sea.
But in the fisherman's cottage
There shines a ruddier light,
And a little face at the window
Peers out into the night.
Close, close it is pressed to the window,
As if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
To see some form arise.
And a woman's waving shadow
Is passing to and fro,
Now rising to the ceiling,
Now bowing and bending low.
What tale do the roaring ocean,
And the night-wind, bleak and wild,
As they beat at the crazy casement,
Tell to that little child?
And why do the roaring ocean,
And the night-wind, wild and bleak,
As they beat at the heart of the mother,
Drive the color from her cheek?
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Адела Василой 30.07.2012 09:41 Заявить о нарушении
Twilight
The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
Flash the white caps of sea
But in the fisherman's cottage
There shines a ruddir light,
And a little face at the window
Peers out into the night.
Close, close it is pressed to the window,
And if those childish eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
To see some form arise.
And woman's waving shadow
Is passing to and fro,
Now rising to the ceiling,
Now bowing and bending low.
What tale to the roaring ocean
And the night-wind, bleak and wild,
As they beat at the crazy casement,
Tell to that little child?
And why do the roaring ocean,
And the night-wind, wild and bleak,
As they beat at the heart of the mother,
Drive the colour from her cheek?
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Татьяна Кабанова 02.08.2012 10:56 Заявить о нарушении