From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   In the old Strauss waltz for the first time   
   We had listened to your quiet call,   
   Since then all the living things are alien   
   And the knocking of the clock consoles.   
      
   We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets,   
   And are drunk on nearness of the end.   
   All, with which on better nights we're wealthy   
   Is put in the hearts by your own hand.   
      
   Bowing to a child's dreams with no tire.   
   (Only crescent looked in them indeed   
   Without you)! You have led your kids past   
   Bitter lifetime of the thoughts and deeds.   
      
   From the early age the sad one's close to us,   
   Laughter bores and home we left behind..   
   Our ship not in good times left the harbor   
   And it sails by will of every wind!   
      
   Azure isle of childhood is paling,   
   On the deck of ship we stand alone.   
   It appears, oh mother, to your daughters   
   You've left an inheritance of woe.   
      
   By Marina Tsvetayeva   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)