стихотворение В. Вострикова Hemingway перевод

 Paris of the Twenties and Pamplona
 Bullfighting, Africa and wine.
 Game with the  fate, with risk of falling,
 Where love and death are outlined
 With one pen stroke for  hundreds roles
 And acts in an immortal play.
 After the death still keeps the show
 The Actor Ernest Hemingway.

 I’m so longing for what
 Has not come my way.
 And I’m dreaming of my
 Far passed days.
 I love things that by me
 Have not been explored
 And could not be explored
 At all.

 Maybe time I was born
 Was completely  wrong.
 Cuba, Old Man and  Sea 
 Tear my soul.
  With "Fiesta" that  burns,
 That can pierce with one sip,
 I cannot quench my thirst
 At all.

 Paris of the Twenties and Pamplona
 Bullfighting, Africa and wine.
 Game with the  fate, with risk of falling,
 Where love and death are oulined
 With one pen stroke for  hundreds roles
 And acts in an immortal play.
 After the death still keeps the show
 The Actor Ernest Hemingway.


 Dust of hopelessness lies
 On the ruins now,
 Higher Justice is wrecked.
 To the dark,
 Guillotine on scaffold,
 All the geniuses  go,
 Mediocrity’s throne
 In spotlight.