Перевелось, потому что в интернете кто-то неправ :)
The Christmas Trees
(by Osip Mandelstam)
The Christmas trees are burning bright
In wintry woods with gilded glory,
Toy wolves, ferocious, stuffed and furry,
Peer through the branches at the night.
The quiet freedom in my eyes,
My sadness, mantic and profound,
And lifeless canopy around -
The ever-laughing crystal skies!
(by Osip Mandelstam)
The Christmas trees are burning bright
In wintry woods with gilded glory,
Toy wolves, ferocious, stuffed and furry,
Peer through the branches at the night.
The quiet freedom in my eyes,
My sadness, mantic and profound,
And lifeless canopy around -
The ever-laughing crystal skies!