Люблю грозу в начале мая, Когда весенний, первый...

I love the storm in early May,
When the spring, the first thunder,
As if frolic and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
Thunders rumble young!
Here the rain splashed, dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung
And the sun of the thread is golden ...
An agile stream runs from the mountain
In the forest a bird’s gamble is not silent,
And the din of forest, and the upland noise
Everything echoes fun to thunders ...
You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding the Zeves Eagle,
Thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!