"Melo, Melo on all the earth ..."

Blizzards were blowing across the land
In all limits.
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.

Like a swarm of midges in the summer
Flies on the flames,
Flocked flakes with
yard By the window frame.

Snowstorm on the molded glass
Circles and arrows.
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.

On the illuminated ceiling
Shadow were cast,
As arms and legs,
Cross of Destiny.

And two shoe fell
With a thud on the floor.
And with tears of wax nightlight
On dress dripping.

And lost in the snowy darkness,
Gray and white.
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.

On the muzzle of a candle from the corner,
And the heat
temptation Heaves like an angel, two wings
Crosswise.

Melo entire month of February,
And every now and then
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.



Boris Pasternak



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