From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   I like it that you're burning not for me,   
   I like it that it's not for you I'm burning   
   And that the heavy sphere of Planet Earth   
   Will underneath our feet no more be turning   
   I like it that I can be unabashed   
   And humorous and not to play with words   
   And not to redden with a smothering wave   
   When with my sleeves I'm lightly touching yours.   
      
   I like it, that before my very eyes   
   You calmly hug another; it is well   
   That for me also kissing someone else   
   You will not threaten me with flames of hell.   
   That this my tender name, not day nor night,   
   You will recall again, my tender love;   
   That never in the silence of the church   
   They will sing "halleluiah" us above.   
      
   With this my heart and this my hand I thank   
   You that - although you don't know it -   
   You love me thus; and for my peaceful nights   
   And for rare meetings in the hour of sunset,   
   That we aren't walking underneath the moon,   
   That sun is not above our heads this morning,   
   That you - alas - are burning not for me   
   And that - alas - it's not for you I'm burning.   
      
   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)