Bella Akhmadullina.
Bella Akhmadullina.
Enviable I perennial habit
being a woman and a married woman,
but certainly this is the care of heaven for me,
that nothing came of it.
Keep me squint unforgiving,
in the preservation of all the well-being,
but go around burning your care
two girls messing raspberries.
Still laughing, prowl leaves berries
and suddenly, as I look at the same sadness.
Like everyone else, wanted – and gave to drink breast
wanted – honey and vspoila – poison.
Irreparable and incredibly
in their faces meta our unity.
So the ring of white crow freak
do not let her, he should have been voronyata.
Belet – ridiculous and duck – is not new,
Duck – short and to turn white – boundless.
All the more I sinless before men,
more children before I was guilty.
1974
Boris Messerer
Draw a woman in lilac.
What benefit – to draw
and do not know how! And the notebook
with half-forgotten halfword
I’ll throw! Hand free to
languish new impatience.
But this woman in lilac
from where? And why is it
stepping over the roots of spruce
in a beautiful park of old age?
And where the park falls into the forest,
forester fascinated by it.
Cheeky! How dare he look
diligent eye supportive?
That, in a purple dress and a gentle,
strict and continues on his way.
What am I up to a woman in purple?
Why me longing takes,
that will be the children’s mouth
void kissed someone?
Why do I need life it is sad?
At home, her alien and harsh,
darling and all in lilac,
whom I have it?
Really pink, lilac in,
so do not want to die –
yet I die?
Where notebook
sadness to strengthen my word?
1968
On my street that year
sound steps – my friends go.
Friends of my slow withdrawal
that darkness outside the windows pleasing.
Running my business friends,
not in their homes no music, no singing,
and just as before, the girls Dega
golubenky recover the feathers.
Well, well, so do not wake fear
you defenseless among this night.
By treachery mysterious passion
my friends, is clouding your eyes.
About loneliness, as your character is cool!
Posverkivaya compass iron,
how cold you full circle,
not heeding assurances useless.
So call upon me, and an award!
Your darling, caressed thee,
comfort him, leaning against your chest,
and wash your chill pigeons.
Let stand on tiptoe in your forest,
at the end of the slow gesture
find leaves and bring to a person
orphanhood and feel like bliss.
Give me the quiet of your library,
your concerts strict motives
and – wise – I will forget those
who died or alive until now.
And I know wisdom and sadness,
its secret meaning to trust me things.
Nature, leaning on my shoulders,
announce his childhood secrets.
And then – out of tears, in the darkness,
of the poor ignorance of yore
friends of my beautiful features
and the solution will appear again.
Portraits of V.Z.Massa, B. Messerer
Melody from the Opera “Orpheus and Eurydice”
