Venice
by Alexander Blok
1
And with her only I sailed to ocean,
And with her only I left the shore,
And with her only I was far away,
And with her only I forgot my relatives...
Oh, the red sail
In the green distance!
The black bugles,
On the dark shawl twinkling!
And he is going from a gloomy lunch,
With no any blood in heart...
Chrystos, who was tired his cross to carry.
To my Adriatic love -
My last love -
Farewell, farewell!
9 may 1919
Венеция 1 - перевод А. Блока
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