B.Pasternak, The Chance - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
By Boris Pasternak
In ten o'clock, along the left side, while going from Strastnoi [boulevard] -
On the wet facades there're no any signboard.
The honoured enterprises - but the street (from dream having gone out!) -
The screens were carried away, considered to be clogs.
The drapers, 'C.Я' - the sons of the drapers
(The window leafs are closed tightly, the clerks are absent) .
The Tverskaya street is sleeping deep, only the end
Of its dream is put out as a hand.
And to that hand the Pushkin's monument is bending his lips -
And that's the case for forthcoming duel,
When somebody from new [boys] sends her an air kiss,
Lightly waving with a blizzard.
Firstly, he remembers the beginning of the immortality moment
Just after the duel, on returning home.
It's hard to wean this out. Secondly, thirdly
She's from Goncharov's family, their friend joint.
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