In that yellow days between houses
We meet each other only awhile.
You are burning me with your eyes darting
And escape yourself in the alley blind.
But with this silenct fire of gazing
You're successful in efforts to burn,
And I secretly bow before that
The tacitum and silent such fraud!
Winter nights may throw us into a ball then,
Such a crazy and devil such ball,
And at last I shall be annihilated
By your dagger, your gaze in a whole!
В эти желтые дни... - перевод А. Блока
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