Alexander Blok In the restaurant
I will never forget , if it was, or it was not,
Such an evening: by the fire of dawn above
The pale sky is burnt and practically parted,
And at the yellow day break - bright lanterns.
By the window I set at a crowded big hall,
Somewhere bows were singing about true love.
I sent-fetched you a black rose in a wineglass
With some golden as the heaven, ai.
You took glance. I accepted bashfully and boldness
Arrogant gaze and bowed you back.
You accosting your mate, markedly harshly
Remarked : “See, and this one is in love."
Now instant came sound of the strings too much loud;
Bows sang so sensually and sharp;
But you were then with me with all youth disdain only,
Hardly notable tremoring hand ...
You rushed by with the gest of the bird, which is
frightened;
You passed by like my delicate dream …
And the perfume exhaled, and eyelashes was blinking
And anxiety whispered in silks.
But from the depths of the mirrors you threw me your gaze then,
And you shouted: "Just Catch!.."throwing it.
A monisto was jingling, the gypsy was dancing
And she caroled the dawn of love.
1910 y.