At dusk you enter the stairs and sound
Of footsteps frightens you so
That fear is circling above the ground
Arouse the darkness' soul.
If you were different and had new traits
And, hiding some trembling life,
If someone like you walked down the stairs,
For sure you would've raised the knife.
But here you are; and you hardly breathe,
You finally reach the doors,
Then slam it - the sound that you release
Is treacherous cry of yours
Fear - перевод стиха И. Бродского Страх
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