by Afanasy Afanas'yevich Fet (1820 - 1892)

Fantazija
Language: Russian (Русский) 
My odni; iz sada v stekla okon
Svetit mesjac… tuskly nashi svechi;
Tvoj dushistyj, tvoj poslushnyj lokon,
Razvivajas', padajet na plechi.

Chto zh molchim my? Ili samovlastno
Carstvo tikhoj, svetloj nochi maja?
Il' pojet i jarko tak i strastno
Solovej, nad rozoj iznyvaja?

Il' prosnulis' ptichki za kustami,
Tam, gde veter kolykhal ikh gnezdy,
I, drozha revnivymi luchami,
Blizhe, blizhe k nam niskhodjat zvezdy?

Na suku izvilistom i chudnom,
Pestrykh skazok pyshnaja zhilica,
Vsja v ogne, v sijan'i izumrudnom,
Nad vodoj kachajetsja zhar-ptica;

Raspisnye rakoviny bleshchut
V perelivakh chudnoj pozoloty,
Do luny zhemchuzhnoj penoj meshchut
I almaznoj pyl'ju vodomety.

List'ja polny svetlykh nasekomykh,
Vsjo rastet i rvetsja von iz mery,
Mnogo snov pronositsja znakomykh,
I na serdce mnogo sladkoj very.

Perekhodjat raduzhnye kraski,
Razdrazhaja oko svetom lozhnym;
Mig jeshche — i net volshebnoj skazki,
I dusha opjat' polna vozmozhnym.

My odni; iz sada v stekla okon
Svetit mesjac… tuskly nashi svechi;
Tvoj dushistyj, tvoj poslushnyj lokon,
Razvivajas', padajet na plechi.

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