Перевод стихотворения А.Ахматовой, написанного в 1941 году.
Over horizon a nimbus springs:
The ghastly creatures span the wings!
Who is to come and save the souls
Of Leningrad extorting moans?
Yet living souls, yet breathing out
You’ll hear that on being quiet…
The Leningrad of roaring kids!
And father of those - sea beneath…
Here famine stretches skinny hand
To reach the sky: The bread!
But brutal toughness of the dearth:
The death looks out this cruel verse,
And tyrannising stifling dread,
And then the coda - in the end…
03.03.2025
Over horizon a nimbus springs
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