Based on the
«Вершина»
I have made the translation.
When I at last perceived,
That suddenly
I stood alone with me,
And no one was around.
Just cold's unyielding wall.
I breathed the morning freshness and believed:
All that is precious dear, remained behind my fall.
Through countless fates and many ways
I have to climb up high —
There's no return in past.
Continuing my track,
I'll reach the place where they rejoice to meet the eye,
Where they'll be glad to listen and espy.
The Peak
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