I want to live with you.
Marina Tsvetayeva
I want to live with you.
In a small town,
There is eternal dusk there.
The eternal bell.
In an inn in a small village—
A faint bell
An ancient clock-like a water drop of time.
Sometimes, at night, from some attic—
A flute,
And the flute player himself in the window.
Big tulips on the windowsill.
Maybe, you won't even love me …
In the middle of the room-a huge tile oven,
There is a small picture on each tile:
A rose-a heart-a boat. —
In a window—
Snow, snow, snow.
You can lie-so I love you: lazy,
Indifferent and carefree.
Sometimes violent strikes.
A game.
Cigarettes will glow and burn,
Trembling on its edge for a long time.
In a gray pillar-ashes.
You don't even bother to play it—
The whole cigarette flew into the fire.
Zvetayeva (1892-1941; Russian name: цветаевамарнаиваанов.