It was getting dark, the hot day grew pale elusively

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by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875)

Translation © by Lyle Neff

Смеркалось, жаркий день бледнел...

Language: Russian (Русский)

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Смеркалось, жаркий день бледнел неуловимо.
Над озером туман тянулся полосой,
И кроткий образ твой, знакомый и любимый,
В вечерний тихий час носился предо мной.

Улыбка та ж была, которую люблю я,
И мягкая коса, как прежде, расплелась,
И очи грустные, по-прежнему тоскуя,
Глядели на меня в вечерний тихий час.

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Confirmed with А. К. Толстой. Сочинения : в 2 т. — Т. 1. Стихотворения., — М.: Художественная литература, 1981.

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by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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It was getting dark, the hot day grew...

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Language: English after the Russian (Русский)

It was getting dark, the hot day grew pale elusively,
Fog stretched like a band over the lake,
And your gentle image, familiar and beloved,
Wafted before me in the quiet hour of evening.

But there was that smile, which I love,
And the soft braid as before, untwined,
And the sorrowful eyes, yearning as before,
Looked at me in the quiet hour of evening.

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