When the horizon here clears, for short spells,
And o’er the flats and reefs the sun bestrews its rays,
Neither the Adria, nor the Dardanelles
With such a nigrescent emerald will blaze;
The line that’s between the sky and the sea
Will not be quite so deeply blue in there…
In the austere beauty, an eternity
Is here spread at rest, its spirit in the air!
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«Когда, на краткий срок, здесь ясен горизонт…», 1889
Sluchevsky K. When the horizon here clears...
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