Glory for you, unexpected pain!
Grey-eyed King was died in vain.
The breath of the autumn was stuffy and red,
My husband returned and solemnly said:
“They found his body near the oak,
King’s plan for the hunting was broke.
Poor queen. So young royal head!..
During the night she becomes grey-haired”.
He took his pipe, cigarette’s smoke,
My husband left for his night work.
I’ll wake my daughter, softly like mice
Just for looking at her grey eyes.
And I hear the songs of cottonwood tree:
“The king was never and never will be…”
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А.А.Ахматова. "Сероглазый король"
Grey-eyed king
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