Рецензия на «Mikhail Lermontov - A Sail» (Виктор Постников)
Mikhail Lermontov THE SAIL Far off at sea through thin blue hazes A lone white sail is looming faint!.. What does he seek in distant places? What he's in native land remained?.. Waves are at play, the mast is creaking And bending under whistling breeze... It is not fortune he is seeking, Nor is a happiness he flees! Above the sail the sun beam’s burning, Beneath - the stream like azure flows, But restless, he's for tempest yearning, As if the tempests give repose! English translation by Kovalevsky Vladimir Ковалевский Владимир 19.04.2015 10:18 • Заявить о нарушении
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