R.Rozhdestvensky, I'Ve Bought A Ticket... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

I have bought a ticket
To the station - Love...
The First Love, facetiously,
Quite unexpectedly,
By a sudden chance,
There were not the passengers.
Was the only smoke.
The acidulous sigarettes,
And the tea, quite strong.

And also the dark haze was swaying...
And also the locomotive was hooting pensively...

There, on that station
There was a top.
The warm top.
Up to the stars.
Don't name it today,
Though it is still staying -
With a face to the dawn...

I've stood at the foot
Of my first love.
Though I'm not able to climb -
Then try to look.

Stretched my scorching hand
To the mountain,
Filted then my head back,
Hastily and shuddering...

And see, that there's no top any.
It is only - a half of floor...
But wait... a little...
Perhaps, my memory is weak?
The snow falls wisely...
Widely...
Heavily...
In the word
The letters are frozen.
In the phrase -
The words...
Oh! How everything is covered
With snow! ...
Covered! ...

And the blind train flied
From the past.
As if from the long faint -
Into the blizzard...

And there exists the station -
The First Love.
It is so cold there.
I this verify..