Как-то в полночь, в час угрюмый, полный тягостною...

Somehow at midnight, at a gloomy hour, full of painful thought,
 Over old volumes I was half asleep
 I heard strange dreams, - suddenly an unclear sound was heard,
 As if someone knocked - knocked on the door to me.
 “That's right,” I whispered, “a guest in midnight silence,
 The guest knocks on the door to me. "
 
 I clearly remember ... Waiting ... Late autumn sobs ...
 And in the fireplace the outlines of dimly smoldering coals ...
 Oh, how I longed for dawn, how I waited in vain for an answer
 To suffering without greetings, to a question about her, about her -
 About Lenore, which shone brighter than all the earthly lights, -
 About the luminary of former days.
 
 And the curtains of purple trembling seemed to babble,
 Awe, babble, filling my heart with a dark feeling.
 Inexplicable fear meek, I stood up, repeating:
 "This is only a guest, wandering, knocked on the door to me,
 A late guest of the shelter asks in the midnight silence -
 The guest knocks on the door to me. "
 
 "Suppressing your doubts, defeating fears,
 I said: "Do not condemn my deceleration!
 With this rainy midnight, I took a nap, and the knock is obscure
 He was too quiet, the knock was unclear, and I did not hear him,
 I didn’t hear ... "Then I opened the door of my house:
 Darkness - and nothing more.
 
 The gaze froze, constrained in the darkness, and I stood astounded,
 Surrendering to dreams, inaccessible on earth to anyone;
 But as before the night was silent, the darkness did not answer the soul,
 Only - "Lenora!" - the name of my sun sounded, -
 I whispered it, and the echo repeated it again, -
 Echo is nothing more.
 
 Once again I returned to the room - turned around - shuddered, -
 A knock was heard, but more audibly than he had sounded before.
 "It’s true that something has broken, something has moved,
 There, behind the shutters, hammered at my window,
 This is the wind, - I will restrain the trembling of my heart, -
 The wind is nothing more. "
 
 I pushed the window with the bars - immediately important gait
 Raven came out from behind the shutters, the proud Raven of old days,
 He did not bow politely, but, like a lord, he entered arrogantly
 And, flapping his wing lazily, in the lush importance of his
 He flew up to the bust of Pallas, that was mine above the door,
 He took off - and sat above her.
 
 I woke up from sadness and involuntarily grinned,
 Seeing the importance of this bird that has lived for many years.
 "Your crest is plucked nicely, and you look amusing, -
 I said - but tell me: in the kingdom of darkness, where the night is always,
 What was your name, proud Raven, where night always reigns? "
 Raven said: "Never."
 
 The bird answered clearly, and even though there was little sense.
 I marveled with all my heart at her answer then.
 And who will not marvel, who is related to such a dream,
 Whoever believes will agree to somewhere when -
 He sat over the door talking without hesitation, without difficulty
 Raven with a nickname: "Never."
 
 And looking so sternly, only one thing he repeated the word,
 It’s like he poured his whole soul in this word “Never”,
 And he did not flap wings, and he did not move his feather, -
 I whispered: "Friends have been hiding for so many years,
 Tomorrow he will leave me, as hope, forever. "
 The raven said, "Never."
 
 Hearing a successful answer, I winced in dismay.
 "That's right, he was, - I thought, - the one whose life is trouble,
 A sufferer whose torment grew like a tide
 Rivers in the spring, whose renunciation of Hope forever
 The song spilled out about the happiness that, having died forever,
 Never flares again. "
 
 But, relaxing from sorrow, smiling and sighing,
 I moved my chair against Raven then,
 And leaning on the delicate velvet, I am boundless fantasy
 Surrendered to the rebellious soul: "This is Raven, Raven, yes.
 But what the sinister repeats about this black "Never",
 A terrible cry: "Never."
 
 I sat, guesses complete and thoughtfully speechless,
 The eyes of a bird burned my heart like a fiery star,
 And with sadness the belated head of her tired
 I clung to the scarlet pillow, and then I thought:
 I am alone, on scarlet velvet - the one whom I always loved,
 Will never snuggle.
 
 But wait: it’s getting dark around, and as if someone is blowing, -
 Did the seraph come here from the censer of heaven?
 In a moment of obscure rapture I cried out: "Forgive me, torment,
 This god sent oblivion of Lenore forever, -
 Drink, oh, drink soon oblivion of Lenore forever! "
 Raven croaked: "Never."
 
 And I cried out in passionate grief: "You are a bird - or a terrible spirit,
 Is he a tempter sent, or a thunder nailed here -
 You are the undaunted prophet! To the land of sad, unsociable
 To the land, Toskoy obsessed, you came to me here!
 Oh, say, I will find oblivion - I pray, say when? "
 Raven croaked: "Never."
 
 “You are a prophet,” I cried, “prophetic!” You are a bird, or an ominous spirit,
 With this sky above us - a god hidden forever -
 I conjure, begging, to tell me - within Paradise
 The holy one will be revealed to me, that among angels always,
 The one that Lenora always calls in heaven? "
 Raven croaked: "Never."
 
 And I exclaimed, getting up: "Get out of here, angry bird!
 You are from the kingdom of darkness and storm - go back there again
 I don’t want a shameful lie, a lie like these feathers, black,
 Good luck, stubborn spirit! I want to be - always alone!
 Take your hard beak from my heart, where sorrow is always! "
 Raven croaked: "Never."
 
 And sits with