По дороге бабушка везла
За спиной скрипучую тележку.
Вниз ее опущены глаза,
Мысли с пустотою вперемешку.
Снег, приобретавший форму льда,
Покрывал ее седые пряди.
Шли по трудодню ее года,
Что теперь везут тележку сзади.
Но она спокойна и мудра.
Бодрая. Идет и тянет бремя.
У нее есть целая семья
И ничто не значащее время.
Бабушка
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On her way an old woman carried
A squeaky small cart being behind
Her back. Her eyes were downcast and
Shallowness did confuse her mind.
Snow acquiring the shape of snow
Covered her grey lock. Her years were only
Work- days now carrying her small cart so
Hard. Both she and her small cart were lonely.
But the old woman is quiet and wise,
Cheerful. She's going pulling her load.
She has got the whole family's
World and time meaning nothing, in a word.
27/VIII 2015
Игорь Топоров-Анастасьев 27.08.2015 11:21 • Заявить о нарушении
On her way an old woman carried
A squeaky small cart being behind
Her back. Her eyes were downcast and
Shallowness did confuse her mind.
Snow acquiring the shape of snow
Covered her grey lock. Her years were only
Work- days now carrying her small cart so
Hard. Both she and her small cart were lonely.
But the old woman is quiet and wise,
Cheerful. She's going pulling her load.
She has got the whole family's
World and time meaning nothing, in a word.
27/VIII 2015
Игорь Топоров-Анастасьев 27.08.2015 11:21 • Заявить о нарушении
Спасибо за Ваши труды, мне очень нравится
Яна Рашитовна Александрова 27.08.2015 21:53 Заявить о нарушении
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