С лицом измученным и серым, На белой смятой...

With a face exhausted and gray, On a white crumpled sheet, Like a frantic victim
 cholera, Lying knees against the wall. It moans like a childbirth
Shaking thermometer in his hands. All the tribulation of the Jewish people froze in
narrowed pupils. On a strong-willed chin Foaming saliva streams. is he
whispers plaintively and timidly: 'How are you and the children now alone ?? ..' in the apartment
conversations subsided, Night burns barely. It's dark ... all the curtains are down ...
 husband thirty-seven and two ...