|Твори О.С. Пушкіна.Переклад англійською мовою.> Arion|
We many were who filled the boat:
Some held the sails aloft and flying,
Some plied the oars, and thus, defying,
The wayward winds, kept us afloat.
Our helmsman steered the vessel, loaded
Full as she was, and onward sent;
And I, to them I sang, content
And unconcerned... A violent
Gale overtook the boat and goaded
The seas to fury... All were lost
But I who out the deep was tossed
By surging waves; my body flinging
On to the sands, they fled... Now I
Sit drying in the sun and my
Old, well loved songs in relish singing.
|Бібліотека ім. О. С. Пушкіна (м. Київ).