Night, Yesenin, Russia
The river flows quietly into sleep,
The dark pine forest loses its noise.
The song of the nightingale fell silent,
The long-legged rail no longer cried for joy.
Night comes,
there is silence everywhere,
only the gentle singing of the stream can be heard.
The bright moon casts its light,
covering everything around it with silver.
There are thousands of silver stars in the river,
The silver waves in the creek are slightly rippling.
The green grass on the waterlogged field also shimmered with silver light.
Night comes,
there is silence everywhere,
nature is immersed in sleep.
The bright moon casts its light,
covering everything around it with silver.