BORIS PASTERNAK

 

 

 
A WINTER NIGHT
 
It swept, it swept around the land
As snow was swirling.
A candle was burning on the desk,
A candle burning.

As swarms of midges in the dark To a fire flutter, Blew flakes of snow from the park
‘gainst window shutter.
The storm was drawing on the glass Small darts and circlings...
A candle was burning on the desk, A candle burning
 
The ceiling, lit up by the blaze  Saw shadows tossing, Of crossing arms and crossing legs: A fateful crossing.
 
And to the floor, two little shoes Fell tapping lightly. And wax from night-light on your dress, Was dripping quietly.
 
And all has vanished in the daze, Snow white and northern;
A candle was burning on the desk, A candle burning
 
The flame was flickered by the wind... The heat of desire Unfold, as an angel, its two wings With heart afire.
It swept that month without rest Again and over,
A candle was burning on the desk, A candle burning
...


    
 
 
ЗИМНЯЯ НОЧЬ 
 
Мело, мело по всей земле
Во все пределы.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
 
Как летом мошкара
Летит на пламя,
Слетались хлопья со двора
К оконной раме.
 
Метель лепила на стекле
Кружки и стрелы.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
 
На озаренный потолок
Ложились тени,
Скрещенья рук, скрещенья ног,
Судьбы скрещенья.
 
И падали два башмачка
Со стуком на пол.
И воск слезами с ночника
На платье капал.
 
И все терялось в снежной мгле
Седой и белой.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
 
На свечку дуло из угла,
И жар соблазна
Вздымал, как ангел, два крыла
Крестообразно.
 
Мело весь месяц в феврале,
И то и дело
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
 
1946