Иван Бунин Ночь идёт - Ivan Bunin The Night Goes

The night goes on and it throws
Dark veil on pale blue east...
From its garments freshly blows
In the fields a soft breeze.

A long, sultry day passed by...
The night goes on and sings
A heartwarming lullaby,
And it calls for peace dreams.

Its dark gaze looks too sadly,
Its way is a lone tread …
Sleep, my heart, and be ready
Get some rest... And forget.

4 July, 2024

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Фото: Иван Алексеевич Бунин, 1900 г.
Автор: Георгий Васильевич Трунов
Источник: Википедия


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