Бальзак воспел тридцатилетнюю, А я бы женщину под...

Balzac sang the thirty
And I would be a woman under forty:
She glistens with the beauty of summer
But the look is already autumn-dawning

Not a woman
Captivating all the Savras,
A woman captivates here,
Before which the world is without masks;

In her; True, a lot of different differences,
And the mind is shamelessly naked, like a saber,
And the secret smell of danger
In it the wolf drop subtly smells;

She has the whole window in her bags
For a long time she no longer cries ...
But if
               after you
                               chasing
She will hide you in bed.