Osip Mandelstam
* * *
In frosty air the light thin smoke melts,
I'm sad, full of desire for freedom, else
I'd want to rise in a cold quiet hymn and so
To vanish forever, but I have to go
Along the street. It's evening hours, it
Snows,a dog barks,the west isn't put out,
And sometimes I meet an unknown passer.
Don't talk to me, please! What can I answer?
* * *
В морозном воздухе растаял легкий дым,
И я, печальною свободою томим,
Хотел бы вознестись в холодном, тихом гимне,
Исчезнуть навсегда, но суждено идти мне
По снежной улице, в вечерний этот час
Собачий слышен лай и запад не погас,
И попадаются прохожие навстречу.
Не говори со мной! Что я тебе отвечу?
1909
Осип Мандельштам - В морозном воздухе растаял... -
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The light smoke has disappeared in cold air...
And I, oppressed by freedom, think to dare
Once to ascend in the cold silent hymn
To nowhere, but am forced to go still
Along the snowy street... In the evening hour
A dog's barking is heard, the sun light
In west yet's bright. A passer-by,
Whom I meet, don't speak! What could I answer, guy?
Людмила 31 02.04.2014 22:07 • Заявить о нарушении
And I, oppressed by freedom, think to dare
Once to ascend in the cold silent hymn
To nowhere, but am forced to go still
Along the snowy street... In the evening hour
A dog's barking is heard, the sun light
In west yet's bright. A passer-by,
Whom I meet, don't speak! What could I answer, guy?
Людмила 31 02.04.2014 22:07 • Заявить о нарушении