Рет қаралды 97
A poem by Anna Akhmatova. If my pronunciation in Russian is wonky, please let me know!
В Царском Селе
По аллее проводят лошадок.
Длинны волны расчесанных грив.
О пленительный город загадок, Я печальна, тебя полюбив.
Странно вспомнить: душа тосковала, Задыхалась в предсмертном бреду.
А теперь я игрушечной стала, Как мой розовый друг какаду.
Грудь предчувствием боли не сжата, Если хочешь, в глаза погляди.
Не люблю только час пред закатом, Ветер с моря и слово «уйди».
In Tsarskoye Selo
They're leading the horses along the allée,
Long are the waves of combed-out manes.
Oh enchanting little town of riddles,
Though I love you, I am mournful.
It's strange to remember: my soul yearned,
It panted, delirious, near death.
Now I've become a plaything,
Like my rosy friend the cockatoo.
No hint of pain oppresses my breast,
If you like, look into my eyes.
But I don't like the hour before sunset,
The wind from the sea and the word: “Leave.”
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