A.Blok, I'M Whiling Away My Life... - Transl. (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Alexander Blok

I'm whiling away my life,
My close crazy life awhile:
Today - feel soberly triumph,
The next day - only woe, cry.

But if - there is the death?
But if - behind my shoulder
That someone's staying,
Covering with hand a mirror?

Like flash into my eye - the light reflected.
I, scared, close my eyes in a horror.
And I defeat to those places of hightmare,
From which there's no way backwards.