M.Tsvetaeva, There On Market... - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
There on market the people yelled,
Steam was flying out of bakery.
I've noticed the scarlet lips
On the street singer's face quite narrow.
In the dark - with flowers - scarf,
- To obtain the higher god's blessing -
She was standing in a pilgrim's crowd
At the Sergy-Troitzky temple.
Pray for me, the beautiful girl,
Sad and devilish at the same time,
When the woods will uplift you on top
As the Khlyst Virgin's icon at once.
27 june 1916
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