• Язык:
    Литовский (Lietuviškai)
Источник:
  • Шяурес Атеней. – Виильнюс, 2011. № 16 (1034). – С. 7.

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M. Kuzminui

O, tie skaityklos vakarai,
Pageltæ lapai, raidës smulkios!
Èia taip galvojasi tyrai
Ir taip saldþiai svaigina dulkës!

Man pamoka sunki... Baisia
Kaip mintimi atsikratyti?
Þilio de Reco procese
Radau sudþiûvusià gëlytæ:

Blyðkiø gysleliø raizginiai,
Sausà, bet dvelkia lauko vëju.
Kaþkoks á knygà jà seniai
Ásimylëjëlis ádëjo.

Dar jam po moters buèiniø
Liepsna ið skruostø nepradingo,
Bet þvelgë jau buku þvilgsniu
Valdþioj sumanymo siaubingo.

Ir gausmas velniðkos aistros
Taip sielà kurtino ir gëlë,
Kad dovanotà mylimos
Þiaurumø knygoj metë gëlæ.

Paskui – arkadose slapta
Ilgai aukos jis naktá laukæs...
Kà susekë akis pikta?
Kas nevilty pagalbos ðaukës?

Kiek meilëj slypi paslapèiø!
Ir kaip kankina kapas senas!
Að knygos puslapius verèiu —
Ir kraujas man ant jø vaidenas.

Ir slepia lauras erðkëèius.
Sunkus mums atseikëtas saikas.
Bet to skaitytojas nejus —
Jis nenuilstamas, kaip laikas.

Mana svaja — tyra, drovi.
Kas tu, þudike ir beproti?!
O, ðitie puslapiai gelsvi,
Ðagrenës aptaisai auksuoti!

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