By Marina Tsvetaeva
In a heavy mantle of the solemn rites -
Don't stop me, the inexorable one.
On the square, under the thousand sights -
Please, let me simply to die.
With the fire, falling down on my hair and lips
In the noon time.
With the banners and the roar of trumpets
And my horse, prancing.
With the gilt of churches - shining,
With the boom, transforming into thunder,
With the young boy or girl in the crowd,
Nodding me, or the other small one.
Whether you would appear in the face of fate,
Or in the baby's image - I'm praying to you:
"Give me chance, the alone one, living sad,
Die in the crowd under music".
1913 Feodosia
В тяжелой мантии... - перевод М. Цветаевой
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's image - I'm praying to you:
Let me, who lived alone in her life span,
To die in the crowd under music.
1913 Feodosia
Людмила 31 03.09.2012 23:55 • Заявить о нарушении
Let me, who lived alone in her life span,
To die in the crowd under music.
1913 Feodosia
Людмила 31 03.09.2012 23:55 • Заявить о нарушении