An excellent Russian poem and an appropriate painting to depict. Thanks Sergey for having shared. Translation When I was on the stairs of the diamond Her life on the threshold of paradise Over the shoulder, the baton easily tied, Will be patched knot. Find out: keys, leather belt, Copper mange Peter at the gate. He will notice: I brought something with him- And will stop, not will unlock. Apostle, tell me, Miss me!. Before him Ill untie I site its: Two or three of the sunset, a female name And dark earth the handful of native ... It is strictly the eyebrow sedoû, But on the Palm of each bend Smells more Gethsemane dew Jordanian and scales of fish. And thats why no AWE, sadness Come I am knowing that zvâknuv key He will smile and I will miss, In Paradise misses with my little bundle. 22.11.23 v. Nabokov (Translated by Bing)
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 06:42:25 +0000
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