Забавно, среди известных my poems of Rilke, could not find one where it was least of winter. So today we have a guest
Nicholas Zabolotskii
beginning of winter
Winter cold and a clear top
Today my door three times tapped.
I went into the field. Sharp as metal,
I heart winter air diaper,
But I sighed, straightening his back,
easy to run away from the hill onto the plain,
escaped and started: river scary face
suddenly looked at me and in my heart penetrated.
Zakovyvaya cold nature,
Winter comes and pulls his hands into the water.
River shakes and feeling the hour of death,
already open can not languid eyes,
And all her helpless body
Suddenly scared lengthened and numb
And, barely moving the lead wave,
now rests and beats his head.
I watched as the river was dying,
Not a day or two, but at this moment,
When she moaned in pain,
В ее сознанье, кажется, проник.
В печальный час, когда исчезла сила,
Когда вокруг не стало никого,
Природа в речке нам изобразила
Скользящий мир сознанья her.
and outgoing awe thinking
I think I read in an obscure her languor.
and the expression characteristics of the waves dying
Suddenly caught. And if you're familiar with,
As watching people on the day of his death,
you think of the river you'll understand. Even before the mid
Fatal blackened water
scales twitched ice.
And I stood at the stone orbit,
He caught her last glimpse of the day.
Huge attentive birds
watched from the tree right at me.
And I left. And the night had fallen.
whirling wind, falling into the pipe,
and the river is likely to barely beat her,
hardens into a stone coffin.
