In the Luxembourg garden
By Marina Tsvetaeva
The blossoming boughs lean low and near,
The fountain's flows are bubbling in basin,
In shadowy alleys there are children, children...
Oh children in grass, why are you not mine, any?
As if on the head all they have a bright crown
From gazes, who guards them with love and with care,
And me... I wish cry to a mother, which's palming
The child: "All world now you have!"
As the butterfly colours the girls' dresses're motley,
Here's a quarrel, there - laugh, there - going home...
And one mother whispers:"My son, do you know...?"
The other one answers:"Ah, yes! My son also..."
I love women, who are so brave in a battle
And able to carry a sword in their hands,
But I know thing - only prisoned in cradle,
Is simple - and woman's - and my real happiness!
В Люксембургском саду - перевод М. Цветаевой
© Copyright: Людмила 31, 2015
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