N.Zinovyev, It's A Usual Thing... - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
It's a usual thing that at one time
You stand up from your idleness, joy,
Feel yourself in a state of a shudder,
Like a branch of tree, got free of snow.
And with grief of a once wounded creature
You look there at window frozen,
Where the empty can's firing in features
Of a glow of sun downfalling.
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In russian and translated in bulgarian
by Krasimir Georgiev
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