The Nobel Prize (перевод стихотворения Б.Пастернака "Нобелевская премия")
Trapped like beast in nets of hunters,
Without freedom, people, light,
Noise of pursuit left behind me,
No salvation lies outside.
Darkened wood and waters near,
Log of lying down fir.
None direction blinks from here,
Some predestined things occur.
Wretched things fall down upon me,
Humble killer and a spy.
I made world with tears sparkle
How beautiful my lands are.
Now at the edge of dying
Faith still shines: the time will come,
Evil and a coward passing
Will be hit by blessing heart.
