Перевод стихотворения Марины Цветаевой "На бренность бедную мою..."
On frailty miserable mine
You're looking, keeping lenghty silence.
You're — solid stone, but I just chant,
You're — monument, but I am flying.
I know it that the tender May
From heights of the Eternal — tiny,
But I'm a bird — don't try to blame,
That the light law's to me prescribed.
On frailty miserable mine...
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