D.Karimova, Awaiting - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

As snow once you falled and then
Immediately disappeared...
But I can't stop since then to wait,
I'm looking at the road greedily.

This winter melted snowpiles,
And summer also stopped ringing.
The golden quince has ripened smart
In gardens of aul for nothing.

But I'm waiting for many years,
And every year I wait tramp
Of horse over the road, feeling,
That once the bridle rings again.

And over the sea - no boat,
No any sail in so vast plain...
My friend now is silence, though,
With me she's going grey-haired.

Sometimes I'm caught with a tremble all over,
When recollect the days of youth...
Because of when you come one moment,
I'll fail to recognize, as truth...

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