Baikal, by Igor Severyanin

Posted: September 21, 2009 in Иркутск
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Байкал

Игорь Северянин

Я с детства мечтал о Байкале,
И вот – я увидел Байкал.
Мы плыли, и гребни мелькали,
И кедры смотрели со скал.
Я множество разных историй
И песен тогда вспоминал
Про это озёрное море,
Про этот священный Байкал.
От пристани к пристани плыли.
Был ветер. Был холод. Был май.
Был поезд, – и мы укатили
В том поезде в синий Китай.
Как часто душа иссякала
В желаньи вернуться опять.
Я так и не знаю Байкала:
Увидеть – не значит узнать.

. . .

(my bad translation:)

As a child, I dreamed of Baikal,
And then – I saw Baikal.
We swam, and the waves flashed,
And from the cliffs, saw the cedars.
So many stories and songs
I remembered then
about this sea called a lake,
about this sacred lake, Baikal.
From dock to dock we swam on,
It was evening, it was cold, in May,
And there was a train, — and away
We rolled in that train onto blue China.
So often my soul would run dry
in yearning to return once more.
I know not, what or who that is, Baikal:
For simply to see does not mean to know.

Online source: http://www.elvira-tour.ru/

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Comments
  1. Wow that was odd. I just wrote an very long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyway, just wanted to say excellent blog!

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