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By Alexander Blok
The black blood
1
You stood up a-half-turned to me,
You breast and hand are seen to me.
Your mother prevents you to come to me ,
I - temptation to offend you do feel!
No, vainly I lowered my eyes down,
The rainstorm - following, breathing, close...
My look is burning at your cheek,
Trembling is running along your hand shivering...
And the circle of your fire is spreading far,
You, even without a look, look at me!
And with the ashes the great fire is covered -
Your gaze, unlooking, slipping, gaze your's!
No! I can't pacify this black blood, either,
Even - the meeting, even - my love, neither!
2 january 1914
Черная кровь, 1 - перевод А. Блока
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