N.Nekrasov, How You Are Mild... - Translation (Rus.) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
By Nikolai Nekrasov
How you are mild, how humble,
Obedient to be his slave.
But he is cold and sad rather,
With soul, full of indifference.
And earlier... do you remember?
You were so proud, haughty, young.
You played with him, the beauty raving,
Yet he was full with real love!
So autumn sun is cold in blue sky,
Even without any cloud.
But while summer storm burns fire,
By dropping a living beam on ground!
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