Russian
“We see joy's shadow in our earthly dreaming,
Somewhere joy exists: There are no shadows without substance.”
― Nicholas Karamzin
Somewhere joy exists: There are no shadows without substance.”
― Nicholas Karamzin
Under freezing blue skies
Snow like magnificent white carpets,
Everything shining' in the sun,
The forest leans into us.
Trees shake away snow:
It is spring and we are at war
Everything has become blacker,
Though even now we see shades of green
Beneath the black and white.
Under the ice fish stir.
Inside, the whole dacha is warm
With the roaring fire.
I can smell her cooking
Meat is on the agenda
Of this Central Committee meeting!
The forest supplies us so that
We rarely have to shop
And anyway the shops are empty now.
But you know: we are Russian, we cope.
Snow like magnificent white carpets,
Everything shining' in the sun,
The forest leans into us.
Trees shake away snow:
It is spring and we are at war
Everything has become blacker,
Though even now we see shades of green
Beneath the black and white.
Under the ice fish stir.
Inside, the whole dacha is warm
With the roaring fire.
I can smell her cooking
Meat is on the agenda
Of this Central Committee meeting!
The forest supplies us so that
We rarely have to shop
And anyway the shops are empty now.
But you know: we are Russian, we cope.
