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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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.