Sergey Yesenin — Let"s sit down here, my dearest

Let"s sit down here, my dearest,

Look and see how much I care.

I will listen to the  tempest

Under your submissive stare.

All this golden vegetation

And this  fair lock of  hair,-

They have come just  like salvation

Of the loafer free of care.

Long ago I left my village

With the blooming fields and thicket,

Tempted by the city  image

And the life of fame, so wicked.

So I  buried in oblivion

Orchard,  summer I enjoyed

Where I, to the   frogs" singing,

Raised myself to be a poet.

Autumn with the golden branches...

Maple,  lime-trees, taking pleasure,

Stick their twigs inside,  like clutches,

Searching for someone they treasure.

They are gone, our dear losses,

In the homely yard the crescent

Marks with beams of light on crosses

That we"ll join them in the basement.

Going  trough  the troubles wholly

We shall go like this to welkin.

All the winding  roads are only

For the living beings welcome.

Come, sit down here , my dearest,  

Let me look into your face.

I will listen to the  tempest

Under your submissive gaze.

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