I've learned to live a decent and wise life (Я научилась просто, мудро жить. Анна Ахматова)
I've learned to live a decent and wise life,
To look up in the sky and pray to God in silence,
To wander in the evenings for long time,
To put an end to my existing worries.
Upon the rustles of burdocks in the ravines,
Some rowan bunches bend in red and yellow,
I make up lovely verses of the upcoming end,
And of a brilliant life that yet to us to happen.
I am returning home. My furry cat
Is licking up my hands and purring with delight in darkness.
And bright light on the top of the sawmill
Is shining to my window to excite me.
Sometimes a distant crow of a stork
Is breaking through deep comfort silence.
It seems to me I would not hear your knock,
If you just come to whisper your romances.
