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I've drived you through the bushes
At midday with whip.
That's for we together waiting
To the silent void.
While we sitting on the moss there
In the middle of bogs,
The third one - the half-moon above us
Twisted its mouth.
Both me and you're children of the oak groves
And my image's erased.
Lower than water, more silent than grass -
The only mean deuce.
On the silly cap you'd see
The bell ringing break.
Behind shoulders - apart
There are the river bends.
And we're sitting fools together,
Devils creatures all.
And the caps green we do carry
On the heads backwards.
Full with plaque the water sleeps,
Rusty seems the wave.
We all are the forgotten steps
Of somebody's depth.
Болотные чертенятки - пер. А. Блока
© Copyright: Людмила 31, 2010
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