Двойник - A Double - пер. А. Блока
One day in the autumn mist lazily
I walked, trying a tune to remember
(Oh, such an unbribable kiss rare!
Oh, such a caress of a maiden!)
And hear! From the haze there appeared
A tune, long forgotten before date.
And youth has come just into my dreams,
And you, as alive, and you also...
And I with my dreams flied away from wind,
From the darkness and night, and rainstorm...
(So the early youth's dreamt without feeling,
That you'd ever come to me, though...)
And see! From the night haze there appeared
A young man, who is growing old,
He is roaming heavily (may be that
He'd come to my dreams long before?)
He comes up from night close to my face,
And whispers to me: "How long!
How long I'm wandering, tired
I'm out of breathing the mist,
From being reflected in others,
In alien mirrors, from kissing
The alien women, and either..."
And strange was the meeting, at least...
But suddenly - he smiled, impertinent, -
And see! there's nobody here...
I know his face! Been acquainted
With his image sad and familiar...
Oh, he may be - my self! - reflected
As in the lake's surface glass mirror...
I walked, trying a tune to remember
(Oh, such an unbribable kiss rare!
Oh, such a caress of a maiden!)
And hear! From the haze there appeared
A tune, long forgotten before date.
And youth has come just into my dreams,
And you, as alive, and you also...
And I with my dreams flied away from wind,
From the darkness and night, and rainstorm...
(So the early youth's dreamt without feeling,
That you'd ever come to me, though...)
And see! From the night haze there appeared
A young man, who is growing old,
He is roaming heavily (may be that
He'd come to my dreams long before?)
He comes up from night close to my face,
And whispers to me: "How long!
How long I'm wandering, tired
I'm out of breathing the mist,
From being reflected in others,
In alien mirrors, from kissing
The alien women, and either..."
And strange was the meeting, at least...
But suddenly - he smiled, impertinent, -
And see! there's nobody here...
I know his face! Been acquainted
With his image sad and familiar...
Oh, he may be - my self! - reflected
As in the lake's surface glass mirror...
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