Gentle summer country evening.
Someone's quick and casual glance
Full of secret hope and meaning.
Silence. Whisper. Happy chance.
What will moonlight ever tell us
Knowing much about our lives?
Why do husbands dive to cellars
Not informing their wives?
Will the gate's creak let me know
If I really guessed it right?
Evening secrets often grow
Into mysteries of night.
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
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