Alexander Blok

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    On the way to the house in the spring
    Flew and fluttered the crosswise wind
    And the golden bell also would ring.

    At the porch she stood with a smile
    Looking for the door ring for a while
    And she would not dare lift her eye.

    And she vanished in distance blue,
    Where spring vapors circled and flew
    Where with sadness the woods were imbued.

    In a distant birch circle, old man
    From the birch tree an arc made
    And upon the meadow he aimed.

    Jumped upon a stump and then cried
    "You, my beauty, come to me tonight!
    You are lonely and sad in your quiet!"

    At the gnarled fingers she tugged,
    With a green beard them she bound
    And like forest fog soared beyond.

    Thus they all miss the same thing,
    Thus they fly on every evening,
    Thus the sorcerer wedded the spring.

    By Alexander Blok
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
    http://geocities.ws/ilya_shambat2005
     

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