She'd come from the wild distance -a daughter
Of nights and of the other far times.
Her relatives were absent, the heavens
Failed then in shining on her at once.
But sphynx with his face, though foraminous,
Caressed her at the Neva-river,
And she had met him with light screaming,
While snowstorm howled severely.
It was time, when the storm presented
Her shoulders with the tiny stars,
And her breast,and her pale body naked-
She dreamt of the Egypt, motherland.
Through dim north haze she sees
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irony with rains and the dark,
Which she'd accepted familiar,
And that was astonishing to us.
She'd come to like bulks of the buildings,
In night so quiet they sleep.
The only icon lamps are living
In windows,merged in her dream.
She's got acquainted there with channels,
With smokes, and lights, and with houses -
The town was incomprehensible,-
And she's -just the same,and undoubtly.
She sends me a ring of a snowblizzard-
And stars my raincoat had filled.
That's for I am in the steel
.
Людмила 31 19.09.2011 19:39 • Заявить о нарушении
Which she'd accepted familiar,
And that was astonishing to us.
She'd come to like bulks of the buildings,
In night so quiet they sleep.
The only icon lamps are living
In windows,merged in her dream.
She's got acquainted there with channels,
With smokes, and lights, and with houses -
The town was incomprehensible,-
And she's -just the same,and undoubtly.
She sends me a ring of a snowblizzard-
And stars my raincoat had filled.
That's for I am in the steel
.
Людмила 31 19.09.2011 19:39 • Заявить о нарушении
armour,
For that it is the cross on it.
She looks straight into eyes, and praises
The foe, which is not so shy,
From cold fields of her night staying
The snows to my soul rush.
But this heart of this Snow Lady
Is cold and mute, and is not able
To raise in passion her sword blazing
And cut the belt of put-on helmet.
And then I, as the Lord with army,
All dressed in the reservation steel,
This solemn dream of real loving
Do keep in holy tremble in.
Людмила 31 28.05.2011 17:37 Заявить о нарушении
For that it is the cross on it.
She looks straight into eyes, and praises
The foe, which is not so shy,
From cold fields of her night staying
The snows to my soul rush.
But this heart of this Snow Lady
Is cold and mute, and is not able
To raise in passion her sword blazing
And cut the belt of put-on helmet.
And then I, as the Lord with army,
All dressed in the reservation steel,
This solemn dream of real loving
Do keep in holy tremble in.
Людмила 31 28.05.2011 17:37 Заявить о нарушении