Boris Pasternak

Noise had ceased. I’ve slowly come out
To the stage, and leaning at the door,
Try to gasp in echo’s distant sounds,
What’s prepared for me in my life’s store.

Nightly dark is strait at me a-leveled
By a lot of little glasses’ eyes. 
If it’s possible, oh, lord of earth and heaven
Take away from me this cup at once.

I, for sure, like your project, stubborn,
And agree to play this heavy role.
But another drama now starts on,
And I won’t to be in it at all.

But it is defined – the action’s order,
And the road’s end can not be sealed.
I am one, hypocrisy’s all over…
To cross life is not to cross a field.  


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2001