Что же ты сделал,
что плачешь над ней?
Что же ты сделал
с жизнью своей?
1930-е гг.
571. Лидия Алексеева.1909–1989 (Russian emigre poet). «С орехом белка бросилась к дуплу»[261]
Into her hollow tree, holding a nut,
scampers the squirrel. Swallows find their nest.
A tiny ant, crossing his well-worn rut,
hurries along the trunk to home and rest.
But I–I linger aimlessly along,
lie down and dream. The grass is warm and tall.
To say there's nowhere I can go is wrong,
but why I have to go — I don't recall.
[1970s]
572. Т.Андреева(Russian emigre poet). В черных джунглях[262]
Here Jinna danced. Her face all glow's
the prettiest, she, indeed.
A golden ring is in her nose,
and a nut-shaped bead.
A live young lion Nagua laid
by her, but she looked not, for
she wanted earrings of varied shade
and elephant tusks galore.
Then came a white, beat Nagua's back
and gave Jinna beads instead.
She went with sidi, along his track,
«Nagua, coward», she said.
[1930s]
573. Анна Ахматова(1889–1966). «Чернеет дорога приморского сада»
Black road of the garden upon the shore,
bright lanterns along the rim.
And I am so calm. Only never more
should anyone speak of him.
You're sweet and so faithful, and you and I
will kiss, like friends, as we go
our way, and the months will lightly fly
above us, like stars of snow.
20 Sept. [1920s]
574. Анна Ахматова (1889–1966). «Широк и желт вечерний свет…»
Bright yellow is the twilight glow,
and tender is the April chill.
You should have come ten years ago,
but I am glad to see you still.
Come here, sit down, and nearer me,
and look at me with merrv stare.
This copy-book that's blue, you see,—
I wrote my childish poems there.
Forgive me that I lived in grief,
rejoiced not in the sun, and, too,
forgive, forgive my old belief
that scores who came before — were you.
[1930s]
575. Анна Ахматова(1889–1966). Разлука
In twilight shadows sloping
my road is stretched ahead.
Last night, still loving, hoping,
«Remember me», he said.
And now — but breezes blowing,
and cries of shepherds ring,
and shaken cedars, growing
beside the limpid spring.
21 Sept. [1930s]
576. Анна Ахматова (1889–1966). «Теперь никто не станет слушать песен…»
None want to hear my songs now as of yore,
the days that were foretold have come to be.
My last, the world is wonderful no more
stop ringing, do not rend my heart in me.
But recently, you flew above the land
free as a swallow every morning gay
and now — а hungry beggar, you will stand
no gate will open, though you knock all day.
[1930s]
577. Анна Ахматова (1889–1966). «Подушка уже горяча…»
The pillow on either side
is hot, and burning low
the second candle has died,
while the crow
caws ever louder outside.
I haven't slept all night,
it's late to try in vain.
How unbearably white
the diapes on the white window-pane!
Good morning!
[1960s]
578. Анна Ахматова(1889–1966).«Сказал, что у меня соперниц нет…»
Не said I had no rivals, said that I
was not an earthly woman, but to him
the solace of a winter sun, the wild
song of our native country, like a hymn.
And when I die, I know he will not grieve
crying «Come back!» madly, as from a wrong,
but suddenly see — the body cannot live
without the sun, the soul — without a song.
And what of now?
[1960s]
579. Анна Ахматова (1889–1966). «Из памяти твоей я выну этот день…»
Out of your memory I'll snatch this day,
so vou will question, lost, with helpless eyes,
«Where did I see the little wooden house,
the Persian lilac, swallows in the sky?»
The sudden longing of unnamed desires
oh, very often you will call to mind,
searching in pensive cities for a street
uncharted on whatever map you find.
Sight of some letter you did not expect —
sound of a voice at some half-opened gate —
and you'll be thinking, «Here she is herself,
coming to help me in my faithless state».
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With the notation «из сборника Время разлук (Нью-Йорк. 1971)».
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No dates are available for Andreeva's life. This poem is from Rubezh, Harbin, no. 26, 1930; it received second prize in (he poetry competition organized by the Harbin literary circle of young poets «Churaevka» in the early 1930s