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1. * * * (Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house)
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2. * * * (Wide and yellow's evening light)
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3. * * * (The blue lacquer dims of heaven)
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4. * * * (I know, that you are my reward)
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5. * * * (Black road wove ahead of me)
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6. Village of the Tsar Statue
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7. * * * (We noiselessly walked through the house)
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8. * * * (My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker)
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1. * * * (Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house)
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Часть текста: Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house Not as a kid in love, but as a husband Courageous, harsh and in control. The calm before the storm is fearful to my soul. You ask me what it is that I have done of late With given unto me forever love and fate. I have betrayed you. And this to repeat - Oh, if you could one moment tire of it! The killer's sleep is haunted, dead man said, Death's angel thus awaits me at deathbed. Forgive me now. Lord teaches to forgive. In burning agony my flesh does live, And already the spirit gently sleeps, A garden I recall, tender with autumn leaves And cries of cranes, and the black fields around.. How sweet it would be with you underground!
2. * * * (Wide and yellow's evening light)
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Часть текста: Wide and yellow's evening light, Tender is the April chill, You are late by many years But I am glad of you still. Come and sit right next to me, With the happy eyes come look: Here, my childhood poetry Is in this blue notebook. That I lived sorrowful and little Was I glad of the sun, forgive. And forgive, that in your stead I Many others did receive.
3. * * * (The blue lacquer dims of heaven)
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Часть текста: The blue lacquer dims of heaven, And the song is better heard. It's the little trumpet made of dirt, There's no reason for her to complain. Why does she forgive me, And whoever told her of my sins? Or is that this voice that now repeats The last poems that you wrote for me?
4. * * * (I know, that you are my reward)
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Часть текста: I know, that you are my reward For years of labor and of pain, For that unto the earthly pleasures I never did myself betray, For that I never ever told Unto my loved one, "You are loved." For that I did forgive all people You'll be my angel from above.
5. * * * (Black road wove ahead of me)
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Часть текста: Black road wove ahead of me, Drizzling rain fell, To accompany me Someone asked for a spell. I agreed, but I forgot To see him in light of day, And then it was strange To remember the way. Like incense of thousand censers Flowed the fog And the companion bothered The heart with a song. Ancient gates I remember And the end of the way - There the man who went with me "Forgive," did say. He gave me a copper cross Like my brother very own And everywhere I hear the sound Of the steppe song. Here I am at home like home - I cry and I am in rue Answer to me, my stranger, I am looking for you!
6. Village of the Tsar Statue
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Часть текста: Upon the swan pond maple leaves Are gathered already, you see, And bloodied are the branches dark Of slowly blooming quicken-tree. Blindingly elegant is she, Crossing her legs that don't feel cold Upon the northern stone sits she And calmly looks upon the road. I felt the gloomy, dusky fear Before this woman of delight As on her shoulders played alone The rays of miserable light. And how could I forgive her yet Your shining praise by love deluded Look, she is happily in sorrow, And in such elegance denuded.
7. * * * (We noiselessly walked through the house)
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Часть текста: We noiselessly walked through the house, Not waiting for anything. They showed me way to the sick man, And I did not recognize him. He said, "Now let God have the glory" And became more thoughtful and blue. "It's long time that I hit the road, I've only been waiting for you. So you bother me in my fever, I keep those words from you. Tell me: can you not forgive me?" And I said, "I can do." It seemed, that the walls were shining From floor to the ceiling that day. Upon the silken blanket A withered arm lay. And the thrown-over predatory profile Became horribly heavy and stark, And one could not hear the breathing Through the bitten-up lips turned dark. But suddenly the last bit of strength Came alive in the eyes of blue: "It is good that you released me, Not always kind were you." And then the face became younger, And I recognized him once more. And then I said, "Holy Father, Accept a slave of yours."
8. * * * (My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker)
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Часть текста: My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker. It has become still better without love, The sky is tall, the mountain wind is blowing My thoughts are sinless to true God above. The sleeplessness has gone to other places, I do not on grey ashes count my sorrow, And the skewed arrow of the clock face Does not look to me like a deadly arrow. How past over the heart is losing power! Freedom is near. I will forgive all yet, Watching, as ray of sun runs up and down The springtime vine that with spring rain is wet.