Поезд ждет, застегнутый по форме. На ветру качается...

The train is waiting, buttoned up.
A lantern sways in the wind.
We're almost two on the platform
And around the swirling gloom.

In a moment, you rush on the express
I walk through the gloomy blizzard.
I understand: we must part.
And I can’t part.

You have snowflakes on your eyelashes
And under them, illuminating the look,
Like two confused birds
The blue stars tremble.

We speak without showing
That we are afraid of our troubles,
I would now forget my insult
But I can't, for the life of me.

Or suddenly you, throwing away hide and seek,
Shout to me: - Darling, help!
We are close! Still close! -
Only you are silent and rub with a glove
The whitened edge of the cheek.

Semaphore flashlight green
I winked at you kindly
And you are already in a hurry along the platform
To one, to another, to an invented fate.

Here is one step, here is the second ...
The door of the carriage will slam - and the end!
I silently call for a miracle
I almost conjure him
By the bitter right of loving hearts

Stop! Do you hear? Let this minute
Sober up, hitting like a charge!
Turn around! There is no more separation!
Damn things and tickets at once!
And hurry up the stairs! Back!

I will forgive everything bitter in the world!
No, I didn't turn around. At least scream ...
That's all. And only the wind is spinning
Yes, the lantern sways in the night.

Let the heart beat, repeating:
"Happiness will be! Will be, do not be sad!"
The blizzard circles, circles, sweeping
White silent paths ...