J. Brodsky, D. Andreev

In forest a black bird crow
Was the smartest of all.
She could see all form a crown:
A Bear,  a hare, a fox.

From the bath of the children,
She was stealing a soap
over them she was wealing,
When they were watching her.

She proclaimed retribution
With her long drawn - Carr.
And by her gazing pupils,
she judged all who lived down.

The crow-thief was a poet,
She wrote poetry.
For close and far forests,
For those and for these.

From the height of a firtree
she saw the whole land.
She easily could observe all
and knew all they did and had.

she was exiled to north regions
and when she came back -
"what did you see in the village?" -
croaked: "The Father's glance".

Her poems were understandable
to all, as native language.
The secret was in one sounding
When translating the rhyming.

And the dove was a poet.
He wrote an angelic verse.
He was - a lyric tenor:
Romance for two, for both.

Crow felt  herself much higher
Than simple-minded dove.
Once she has lost her couple.
And found all in God.

both birds were known to beasts as
those who were writing up.
Crow was whom they more feared,
they sang – the songs of dove.

But one was tired of singing -
wolf – nothingarian.
dove was exiled - to prison.
Crow – to America.

Voice is what Time is saving.
in woods two roses bloom:
J. Brodsky, D. Andreev
Woods: Moscow - Petersburg.