Russian spark
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Immersed in a lingering cold,
Snow around me numb!
Numb little spruce
And the sky was dark with no stars.
What a wilderness! I was the one living,
One living in the vast field of the dead!
Suddenly, the soft light
(Dreaming, or what?)
Gleamed in the desert, as a watchdog ...
I was just like a snowman,
Entering the house (the last hope!)
And heard, shaking the snow:
- Here is a furnace for you and warm clothes ...
Then the owner listened to me
But in a dim view
Life was short,
And, still sitting by the fire,
She just seemed to have dozed off ...
How many yellow shots in Russia
In such a simple and gentle rim!
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And suddenly revealed to me and struck
Orphan's sense of family photos:
Fire, earth hostility chock-full of -
And close all the soul forgets! ..
- Tell me, dear, will there be war? -
And I said:
- Probably will not happen.
- God bless, God forbid ...
After all, everyone can not please,
A benefit of contention will not arrive ...-
And then again:
- There will be, you say?
- No, - I say - probably will not.
- God bless, God forbid ...
For a long time for me
She watched as the deaf-mute,
And, without raising his head a gray,
Again, sat quietly by the fire.
What she dreamed of?
All that white light
It may be that stood in front of her at that moment? ..
But I am deaf strumming coins
Interrupted the old vision ...
- The Lord be with you! We do not take money!
- Well, - I say - I wish you health!
Paid for all the good good,
Paid for all the love love ...
Thank you for a modest Russian light,
For what you in anticipation of anxiety
Burn for those who are in the roadless
From all friends desperately far away
For the fact that, with good faith, friendly ties,
Among the great anxiety and robbery
Burn, burn, like a good soul,
Burn in the dark - and there you peace ...
Nikolay Rubtsov