Плотно сомкнуты губы сухие
Language: Russian (Русский)
Available translation(s): FRE
Плотно сомкнуты губы сухие.
Жарко пламя трех тысяч свечей.
Так лежала княжна Евдокия
На душистой сапфирной парче.
И, согнувшись, бесслезно молилась
Ей о слепеньком мальчике мать,
И кликуша без голоса билась,
Воздух силясь губами поймать.
А пришедший из южного края
Черноглазый, горбатый старик,
Словно к двери небесного рая,
К потемневшей ступеньке приник.
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Ses lèvre desséchées étaient hermétiquement closes", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Ses lèvre desséchées étaient hermétiquement closes
Language: French (Français)  after the Russian (Русский)
Ses lèvre desséchées étaient hermétiquement closes.
Trois mille bougies brûlaient.
Ainsi la princesse Eudoxia était couchée
Sur un brocart parfumé et orné de saphirs.
Et, s'inclinant, sans larmes priait
Une mère pour son fils aveugle,
Et une femme hystérique sans voix luttait
En essayant d'attraper l'air de ses lèvres.
Et venu d'une région du sud,
Un vieillard bossu aux yeux noirs
Comme si c'était la porte du paradis
Se pressait contre les marches noircies.
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