Much deeper than the sea is th'Earth for earthly beings.
Not growing out they are, rather floating up,
Elastic, fleshy, stiffly roundsome things,
They mushrooms, the land-crawling mollusks.
Nor that she's picking them, but rather catching,
Eve, and she is asking: Is this poisoned one?
'Tis like the evening, first in world, there starting.
The dusky earth gets smoldering with no poison,
And just like Eve herself, is lightened by sweet/some chance.
/15.12.2019, Moscow/
Original Russian text: - http://www.stihi.ru/2019/12/09/8821