Ilya Shambat wrote:

> For long on bitter earth I had forgotten
> Of honor, feats, accomplishments and fame
> When on the table luminesced before me
> Your lovely face adorned in simple frame.

> But time had come, and you had left the house.
> I threw the wedding ring into the night.
> You gave away your fortune to another,
> And your majestic features I forgot.

> The days flew, with cursed rumbling circling...
> The wine and passion tore my life apart...
> And I remembered you before the morning,
> And like my youth, I called you from my heart...

> I called you, but you did not turn around,
> I wept, but you had honored not my plight.
> You sadly wrapped yourself in a blue coat
> And home departed on a misty night.

> I know not where, my tender, my beloved,
> You found to be the home to your pride.
> I'm sleeping soundly, dream of your blue coat,
> In which you left me on the misty night...

> Now not to dream of tenderness, of glory,
> All that is past, the youth has come to end!
> Your face adorned in simple frame before me
> I took away from table with my hand.

> By Alexander Blok
> Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat

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