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  • The Heritage of Russian Verse. Introduced and edited by Dimitri Obolensky

The Workman

Рабочий

He stands before the red-hot furnace — a small old man. The blinking of his reddish eyelids gives a submissive air to his calm eyes.

All his comrades have gone to sleep; he alone is not sleeping: he is still busy casting the bullet which will part me from the earth.

He has finished, and his eyes have grown gayer. He is going home. The moon is shining. At home his sleepy and warm wife is waiting for him in a large bed.

The bullet he has cast will whistle above the white-foamed Dvina; the bullet he has cast will seek out my breast — it has come for me.

I shall fall in mortal anguish, I shall see the past as it really was, and my blood will gush like a fountain on to the dry, dusty, and trampled grass.

And the Lord will requite me in full measure for my brief and bitter life. This is what the small old man in the light grey blouse has done.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Владимир Марков, Меррилл Спаркс
    The Worker
  • Джордж М. Янг
    The Worker
  • Дон Магер
    The Workman
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    A Workman
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Работник
  • Испанский
    Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    El obrero
  • Немецкий
    Адриан Ваннер
    Der Arbeiter
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Der Arbeiter
  • Польский
    Збигнев Дмитроча
    Robotnik
  • Сербский
    Томислав Шиовац
    Радник
  • Французский
    Серж Фошеро
    L`Ouvrier
  • Чешский
    Мария Марчанова
    Dělník

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