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Serghey Esenin. Letter to Mother

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    ...I'll come back to you by spring When thy garden's branches grow.


                          Serghey  Esenin

                         Letter to Mother


                    Are you living, my old chap?

                    I'm living. Hi, my hi!

                    Lets be light over your a hut,

                    Lively likes an evening' sky.


                    
                    They write me, you are disturbed,

                    And of me are so troubled.

                    That go out on the road

                    Everyday in old your garment.



                    And in evening in  blue light

                    You're seeing my sad a life;

                    Likes in drinking-house' fight

                    In my heart was hit a knife.



                    Nothing dear! Be a calm.

                    This' the only hard a dread.

                    I'm not in drinking charm,

                    That don't see you and be dead.



                    And as usual I'm so kind,

                    I am dreaming in my mind.

                    My so heavy anguish heart

                    Backs me in your tiny hut.



                    I'll come back to you by spring

                    When thy garden's branches grow.

                    Then don't up me in the morning

                    Just sunrise eight years ago.



                    Do not wake up what was dreamed,

                    Don't disturb what was elapsed.

                    Early loss, fatigue was deemed

                    In my life, I felt, which passed.



                    Do not teach me pray. Don't teach!

                    I can't come back in old times.

                    You the only joy and preach,

                    You the only fable's light.



                    So, forget what was you worried,

                    Don't intense so sad of me.

                    Don't go out on the road

                    Everyday in old cloth thee.


                    1924



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                    Translated by Vasiliy Panchenko,

                    2012

                    

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