Я думала, что главное в погоне за судьбой...

I thought the main thing was in the pursuit of fate
Painting and jewelry work on yourself;
Over all the imperfections that are visible
Over the bad inclinations that are given -
With magic patches, an iron wall
The dignity brought up by me should stand.
I once thought so when I was young,
It seemed to be the main thing, but the rest was not,
Of all the well-wishers, none explained
That the main thing is that someone loves you like that ...
With all the flaws, tears and seizures
By scandals and shifts and a tendency to lie
Considering them as mysteries, considering them as depths,
The unknown secrets of your big soul ...