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Immersed in a lingering frost
Around me snow had benumb!
The small spruces had benumb,
And the sky was dark, without stars.
What a backwoods! I was the one living,
One living in the boundless field of the dead!
Suddenly the quiet light
(The Dreaming, perhaps?)
Flashed in the desert,
as a guard
I was just as Sasquatch,
Going into the house (the last hope!)
And I heard, shaking the snow:
- That's furnace for you and warm clothes ...
Then the hostess listened to me,
But Life was a little in the dim eyes,
And, fixedly while sitting by the fire,
She, seemed, to doze off finally...
How many yellow photos in Russia
In such a simple and careful rimmed!
And suddenly revealed to me And it smote me
Orphaned sense of family photos:
Earth chock-full of fire, hatred,
But a soul don't forgets all loved ones!
- Tell me, my dear, Will there be a war?
And I said - I guess not.
- God grant... God grant ...
Because will not please everyone,
Discord will not increase the benefit...
And suddenly again:
- Will not, you say?
- No, - I say - probably will not be.
- God grant... God grant ...
And long on me
She watched as a deaf-mute,
And don't raising hoary head,
Again, she was sitting quiet by the fire.
What she dreamed?
All this white light
Perhaps, stood in front of her at the moment? ..
But I'm indistinct strumming of coins
Interrupted her old visions ...
- The Lord is with you! We do not take money!
- Well, - I say - I wish you health!
We paid off by good for all the good,
We paid off by love for the love ...
Thank you, the humble Russian little light,
For the fact that you are in anxious premonition
Burning for those who are in the trackless field
Is desperately far away from all friends
For the fact that you are friends with the good faith
Among the great alarm and brigandage
Burning up
burning up,
like a good soul,
Burning up in the darkness
and have no rest ...
"The light inside us"