The House

1.

Behind a window the late evening,
Silence wanders along the House,
The wall has reflected shadows -
Dancings of the candles.
What is this indeed ?
What year? And what century?
Who has closed ancient doors,
Who has hung up velvet curtains?
Sounds have woken up in silence,
Flame of candles again in flight.
You go to me.
- Ah, forgive, whence you?
- I do not know, but it is necessary.
- What is this house?
- My dream.
- Who lives here?
- Are you glad to see me?...
...We went towards each other
A lot of years,
In a storms and thunder-storms.
- Please, do not cry,
We already together.
- How these roses are fine!
- Roses to you - to my bride.
All has begun to whirl ,
Having dumped weight of sorrows, troubles.
Suddenly the Mistress of a house has come,
Charming Muse.

2.

In that far house the barrel-organ sings,
The organ-grinder plays well.
Silence has come in an open door
And sat down in an ancient armchair.
On her faded dress is a withered flower,
She is sad:
The choice was dangerous, the way is lonely,
She Is tired to search and struggle.
In mirrors is reflected porcelain,
Revelation of the old books.
Here a haven for poets for a long time,
Ablution from every day lie.
We will be keep our verses here.
Our circle is enough narrow,
But we shall swear
Always to be by faithful
To the Mistress of this house,
To the mistress by name the Muse.