Lyudmila Purgina Poems
A.Pushkin, Winter Morning - Translation (Rus.)
It's frost and sun; the day is fine!
You still are drowsing, my friend -
But, dear Beauty, it is time
To wake up, and your eyes unveil
From force of luxury to star
Of North Aurora - be a north star!
The former evening - you remember,
The blizzard was in anger. A haze
Was covering the foggy heaven;
A moon was gleaming yellow
Through darkness of the cloud's veil,
And you were sitting sad... Today,
Let's look in window - snow lays
Under the marvelous blue skies,
As carpet wonderful, in rays
Of sun as brilliants is sparkling;
The only black ...
The bridge to the other side of the earth is great.
So great, that nobody could embrace its whole state.
Its state on the round, so round earth.
The earth that is moving in outer space forth
And space is eternal, eternal, eternal and both.
And both of the edges of bridge built by thought
By thought of two points somewhere in heavens.
In heavens which could be on earth or elswhere...