АНДРЕЙ БЕЛЫЙ
‘К ней’
ANDREI BELY
‘To her’
Pearls do adorn
The greenery.
Somewhere greetings
Sorrowful
Do I perceive
So dear to me:
Where are you hiding,
Dearie?
Lucid are lights
Of evening, -
Scarlet, they seem
So cheery:
Raised are my arms:
Awaiting you:
Where are you hiding,
Dearie?
Raised are my arms,
Awaiting you
Washed off by stream
Of the River Lethe,
Light-coloured gush
Of the River Lethe?
Where are you hiding,
Dearie?
Andrei Bely To her
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