Седые сумерки... - перевод А. Блока

There a grey-haired twilight falled
On this pale town in spring.
There a car sung, victoriously,
In its horn, in distance.

Look through the pale window glass,
Nestling to it closely...
Look. You have betrayed, at last,
And long ago...

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Предыдущий: Сонет 3
Следующий: Генрих Гофман. Штрувельпетер. История о пальце