Boris Pasternak Golden autumn перевод с русского

Autumn is like a fairy hall-
A sight for everyone to take!
Firebreaks of woods in gold
Are staring into the depths of lake.

All forests are like picture shows
With an enormous range of rooms.
Elms, ashes, aspens pose
Like dressed in golden brides and grooms.

A lime tree’s chaplet made of gold
Is like a wreath on a newly-wed.
A birch, a beauty, can behold
A sheer veil on her curly head.

The earth is covered with the leaves
Which filled all hollows and drains.
The maples’ branches, yellow sleeves,
Surround wings like golden frames.

Where the trees at crack of day
Stand still in pairs in September.
On their bark the sun can play
With gleaming light of pure amber.

Where’s no way to set one’s foot
In a ravine unseen by others
As autumn storms in every wood
With dancing leaves which look like brothers.

Where high echoes are heard
Behind the alleys at steep slopes.
And cherry-coloured dawn’s transferred
To the horizon full of hopes.

Autumn is like an ancient place
With old clothes, books and arms
Where the frostiness with grace
Picks jewels to enhance her charms.