Äâå ÿáëîíè, óïðóãî èçîãíóâøèñü,
Öâåòàìè ãëàäÿò ìîêðîå ñòåêëî,
Äðîæàùåå îò âåòðåíîé ëþáâè,
È ïëà÷óùåå îò ïðèõîäà ëåòà.
Two apple trees, resiliently having bent,
Flowers stroking the wet glass,
Trembling with windy love,
And crying, by the arrival of summer.*
*- ïåðåâîä íà àíãëèéñêèé àâòîðà