Маска
Language: Russian (Русский)
В пестроте, в многолюдстве собранья,
Праздным взором скользя без вниманья,
Злою скукой томимый давно,
У колонн встретил я домино.
Протянув свою ручку-малютку,
Она сжала мою не на шутку;
На лице моём жар заиграл,
Но я милой моей не узнал.
Из-под розовой шёлковой маски,
Как две звёздочки, теплились глазки --
И на мне остановленный взор
Выражал и любовь и укор.
Наконец она тихо сказала:
«Я давно, я везде вас исскала» --
Изменил речи трепетный звук,
Я узнал трепет милых мне рук.
О, во имя любви простодушной,
Не снимай этой маски бездушной,
Я боюсь, друг мой милый, любя,
В этот миг я боюсь за тебя.
В пестроте, в многолюдстве собранья
Пусть пройдёт клевета без вниманья,
И любви откровенной слова
Не подслушает злая молва. --
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The mask
Language: English after the Russian (Русский)
As my idle gaze was gliding over
the motley crowd at the ball,
As I was tormented by evil boredom,
I met a masked woman by the colonnade
Holding out her child-like hand,
She squeezed mine, quite deliberately
My face was burning hot,
But I did not recognize my sweetheart.
From under the pink silk mask,
Two little eyes, like starlets, were beaming warmly,
And her gaze arrested on me,
Speaking both of love and reproach.
At last she quietly said:
“I've been looking for you everywhere, forever”
The quivering sound of her voice changed,
And I recognized the tremble of her dear hands.
Oh, in the name of artless love
Do not remove this soulless mask,
I am afraid, my dearest friend, as I am in love,
At this moment, I fear for you.
In the motley crowd of the ball
Let slander pass unnoticed,
And may the words of ingenuous love
Not be overheard by foul gossip.
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Word count: 159