"Now the pharmacy cross..."

By Irina Odoevtseva

Now the pharmacy cross is beaming

Green — like hope, every window greening,

Like my blanket, my fluffy, green.

I am shutting, like blinds, my eyelids,

Yes, this happiness could be timeless,

And no raving, no fevered dream.

On the riggings would crash the seagulls,

On the ices would crash the boats,

On the happiness crash the spirits,

Crash the souls, and how proud matters not.

And with crosses keep blooming gardens,

And the star beaming green grows far...

I am choking.

Bring me some water!..

I am choking.

Bring me some water!..