Цветаева Марина Ивановна
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    Перевод на английский язык Ильи Шамбата (2022).

HOTSHOT

FIRST PART.
1. HOTSHOT

   Edge of village - blue and lost,
   Whole is cane, house collapsed.
   At the laborious widow's
   Daughter Marussia has happiness.
   
   How she'll go with the yoke --
   Ringing in churches, arguing boys.
   Daughter Marussia is florid --
   Trinity is in discord!
   
   Let me go, mother of mine,
   To take a walk with my friends,
   Spin the thin Lenk,
   The health to shake.
   
   I overslept especially
   Under stone -- oar!
   While you are young
   Walk, walk, daughter.

* * *

   Blondes run,
   The cool run,
   With silk twisted --
   Eh!
   My -- steeper,
   Yours -- steeper,
   At Marussia -- steeper than all!
   
   Walk faster,
   Walk higher,
   Rich with honey --
   Eh!
   Mine -- higher,
   Yours -- higher,
   Marussia's -- higher than all!
   
   Our happiness --
   
   Weave, spin,
   Happily -- in clubbing -- in the distance!
   Go more often!
   The door ajar:
   Good -- hello -- walk!
   
   Not the ring,
   Not the break-in,
   Not the hot bonfire -- into home!
   
   Bow all round,
   Wallet on the table,
   From the wallet -- coffers with stream, rain:
   Seize by the hem!
   
   Behind the sweet -- behind the strong
   Run, infancy!
   On the rehearsal, falcons!
   Walk, pretty maidens!
   
   Glass is poured to edge,
   Red bunting burns,
   Each one thinks with his head,
   People pour in mass.
   
   They burn, bright,
   They burn, hot,
   Hot wit heat --
   Eh!
   My -- hotter,
   Yours -- hotter,
   Marussia's -- hotter than all!
   
   They knock, loud,
   They rattle, bells,
   Restless --
   Eh!
   Mine -- louder,
   Yours -- louder,
   Marussia's -- louder than all!
   
   Wipe, Luybki,
   The raspberry lips!
   Play the pipe, for horn!
   For the dove, falcon!
   
   With which one of us ahead
   Will go the stranger hotshot lad?
   Which one of us ahead
   The falcon will take by the hand?
   
   Stretch after her,
   That among the blondes -- blonde,
   I will put on around,
   That Marussia - among loves!
   
   Dance, Masha,
   Dance, Glasha,
   In ours --
   Eh!
   Mine -- prettier,
   Yours -- prettier,
   Guest's -- prettier than all!
   
   Tremble, boards!
   Walk, codfish!
   To become curly many times!
   
   Under them -- boards,
   Under them -- boards,
   And under the hotshot -- fire!
   
   Fire there -- fire here,
   The same fire -- fire all day!
   
   Hands apart,
   Fast gait,
   Around the birch -- the bonfire.
   
   Mane -- sideways,
   Ravine -- with breath,
   Around the chapels -- bonfire!
   
   Spins, sprinkles,
   Treadmill, whistling,
   Donut! -- Food!
   Puppet, snapping.
   
   And what!
   And where!
   And not enough strength!
   
   And what!
   And where!
   Better trim the veins!
   
   Dance, spinner,
   Dance, bird,
   They grow-nurture:
   To whom -- spade,
   To whom -- hawk,
   To whom -- unknown hotshot.
   
   Not complex, not heard of --
   With breath, with breath, with breath!
   
   Not kindly -- thus dashingly!
   Like the wind, like the wind, like the wind!
   
   The golden body -- weight,
   And lend to me, hotshot!
   
   Your raspberry pouring --
   Lend, maiden, share!
   
   You -- juice,
   You -- leaf,
   I -- ruddy knife!
   
   Eater for merits!
   Around, around, around!
   
   Not with good -- with bad!
   Around, around, around!
   
   Your skin of silk --
   I snap for this.
   
   Your hidden sweetness --
   I swallow for this.
   
   Near -- in near,
   Heart -- to heart.
   For -- life,
   For --
   
   Hey, Marussia!
   The blond braid!
   The fruitful breads!
   
   Why reeled,
   Shook up,
   Are the legs weak?
   
   From nut shell
   All defect.
   Is it not time, doves,
   To go home?
   
   (I am now without mustache
   And in mouth)
   
   Conduct me, Marussia,
   To the gates?

* * *

   You are scythe-village fence,
   The skewed gate.
   We don't pray to stumps:
   Of the merchant's countermen.
   
   Not for nothing:
   Ring -- drop!
   With the red product
   Also, probably!
   
   Our bathhouses are heated,
   Our horses are fast.
   And what for you is the village?
   Probably -- with belltower.
   
   My heart is blond,
   The ripe rye --
   Marussia, the heart,
   Will you give in matrimony?

2. LADDER

   Dance, mothers,
   While not lazy!
   In our hut
   Is the great day.
   
   Me, the branch,
   The scarlet fruit,
   Falcon takes into wives!
   
   And I said to you split off?
   Eyes-hair like resin!
   
   And I said to you from whose?
   One heart -- for two!
   
   Your sweets -- urgent,
   Your heart -- blind.
   Throw on him, daughter,
   On eyelet -- a button.
   
   True is my word,
   My heart can see.
   Go, hold the heart,
   Unfold the ball.

* * *

   And the heat!
   And the dance!
   Unravelled into three Volgas!
   
   And the haste!
   And the breath!
   For two -- one heart!
   
   And the apple-not bitten-fruit!
   Marussia, conduct
   Me to the gates.
   
   Farewell, birdie
   My frightened!
   (She the eyelet --
   On the button).
   
   Dream unrealizable,
   Till the meeting!
   (And the thread
   With village stretches).

* * *

   By the ditches,
   By the fences
   Moon to the right --
   Past the logs
   By the barns,
   Past the shutters
   By the potholes --
   Ditches,
   By crushed move,
   By watch,
   By stealing thief.
   Do not stumble,
   My thread, do not tear,
   Don't roll up, novice,
   Don't unwind, glomerulus!
   
   By ravines,
   By backyards,
   With healthy estimate,
   With vigilant eye,
   On lapis lazuli --
   By nooks and crannies,
   By stuffy sigh,
   By booming heart --
   Friend, do not catch on!
   Don't unwind, glomerulus!
   
   Through fowl-quinoa
   I lead by rein?
   
   Through fowl-quinoa
   I walk with rein?
   
   To the left - heart,
   Crescent -- to the right,
   Past the tsar's
   Circle,
   Past the fish
   Past the row
   All around the tsar's fences
   To the main entrance:
   Gates on constipation.

* * *

   Not a soul, not a sigh.
   Look: ladder to the side.
   
   Slipping through, with care
   As a cat -- on the ladder:
   
   Our acquaintance stands,
   Crunches UPO --
   
   Oh, Marussia! Agitated blood -- fear!
   Here will sigh, will bang here --
   
   And so through square --
   Moon to the left --
   Past God's
   Wrath,
   By the ditches --
   The veins buzzing --
   Heart to the right,
   Heart everywhere,
   By potholes --
   Potholes
   With shaft-pitch.
   And the grip
   Betrothed! Look behind,
   Get used to your mansions:
   In pursuit the church with thief, with coffin,
   With God, with thunder!
   
   Through stump-deck -- with sweat,
   Through darkness-swamp -- with trace,
   Herd-flies-with flood,
   With pig iron-rattles-with iron,
   
   Stomps through stump-stake,
   Claps with gates.
   
   Drive, do,
   Before the forehead:
   Dead man with coffin after coffin!
   
   Pray
   For cover!
   Dead man with coffin on coffin!
   
   And --
   Home.

* * *

   What, daughter, did you see?
   What, daughter, did you hear?
   How is home for the dear?
   With the roof of cross.
   
   Why are you, daughter, pale?
   Why are you, daughter, sweaty?
   The village -- Avon!
   Stomped through stump-stake!
   
   For wedding with feast!
   Wave the handkerchief!
   "Why, daughter, do you cry?"
   "Mother, from joy."

3. IN THE GATES

   On the mother on the star
   Over treasure:
   I will pour the crust with tear
   Widow's business!
   
   Weave, gold,
   The market in hair!
   Has burned
   The hotshot-fire!

* * *

   Flattering with body,
   Wild with sight:
   Why do you not look in the eyes?
   
   (In temples -- pounding,
   In veins -- shiver),
   Why don't you come near?
   Now you blood my-violated-roll,
   Conduct me to the gates, Marussia!

* * *

   The girls fidget,
   Chirp, indulge.
   And Marussia grows blunt,
   Does not want, persists.
   
   "Your wild soul!
   Pride duodenal!
   They shame, they poke with finger.
   They are zealous, they thunder."
   
   "Or will bite
   The friend?
   (Already Marussia -- the step)."
   
   "Or will choke
   The groom?
   (Already Marussia -- from them).
   
   I would not have gone, as there's no fear.
   Step after step -- in the gates.

* * *

   Write, girl, whitewashed:
   Did she climb the ladder?
   
   Puffs, eyes -- with glass:
   Banged with paroxysm?
   
   (Rolls-the-eyes):
   Saw-did not see? No.
   
   Well thus know, sister,
   (Himself whiter than canvas.
   
   Sniffs, tears the gate).
   Tomorrow brother will die.
   
   Tooth on spade --
   Clang. As he said --
   Thus he dimmed.

* * *

   And already mother from the bridge:
   How loved-wooed?
   With what treated-regaled?
   With fears, tales.
   
   Why, daughter, do you frown?
   Dark is your confession.
   On the street across
   He promised to build the house.
   
   To end, as is started!
   You'll dance, betrothed!
   Why are you crying, daughter?
   From joy, mother!

* * *

   Sleeps the yard, sleeps the home,
   Sleeps the smoke on the mound,
   Sleeps the dog, sleeps the goose too:
   Marussia, oh Marussia!
   
   Save my life!
   Sister, wake up!
   
   Sleeps the tsar, sleeps the thief.
   Rise, rise on the beat!
   
   Angry, scary and naked.
   An aspen stake,
   
   Sister, get ready!
   Save my blood!
   
   Crawling -- through roads,
   Standing -- in gates,
   With the gate -- creak...
   Sister, he's dead!
   
   Fierce is your wedding fist,
   Your groom at --
   
   He wants to get up:
   Shoulder -- with pood.
   Get up, daughter!
   It's bad for the brother!
   
   Dries with a bee!
   Sharpens with a worm!
   Get up, he wants
   To give back the soul!
   
   Here he jumps up:
   Blood! In home is blood!
   Pray, daughter:
   Brother has died.

* * *

   Brother lies down, hides the squirrels
   Under the blue eyelids.
   
   Washed is brother, dressed is brother,
   To priest went the mother.
   
   I was not a bad sister
   To you: pants are patched up.
   Where will I rush? Where will I hide?
   All the neck -- with spots!
   
   Priests will dress with incense,
   With meeting censers.
   Where will I rush? Where will I get away?
   All three -- your candles!
   
   There's who? Hark!
   Blown is the candle.
   Re-spond!
   Gave up twice
   And:
   With rattle -- with screaming through stump -- stake -- track.

4. SECOND GATES

   Like on the trial scary
   The legs themselves carry.
   
   Everywhere darkness and quiet.
   Light -- in the last hut.
   
   And -- familiar is shoal! --
   Right to dance -- with bottle.
   
   At once the dance started:
   Sigh, moan, account.
   With hand they cover,
   They sprinkle with water.
   
   They buzz, they huddle
   With crowd, with rabble.
   Here is another,
   Stands afar.
   
   Well, maidens --
   Stepped to the body.
   Looks. Raised the eyes. Sat down.
   
   She rises, as in slumber
   Heavy, unknown.
   "Dead is my brother."
   "Poor one! Poor one!"
   
   You are a gray willow!
   They nurture, they cradle.
   And the first hotshot:
   "Heavenly realm!"
   
   You are rye my-unbroken-honey,
   Conduct me to the gates, Marussia!
   
   Wind and willows.
   Quiet, not cheeky.
   
   With voice that flatters:
   "Heart, hear!"
   
   We ask with meekness!
   Heavenly mercy!
   I'll stand being questioned --
   Do not unlock!
   
   Throw off your slyness!
   Heart, I swear:
   I'll crumble with dust,
   I won't return for centuries!
   
   (Hands are compressed,
   The legs whine).
   They cover
   With truth our brother!
   
   To the core
   You're sick, my heart!
   Know, that you're innocent,
   Know, that you're conquered!
   
   I give you myself
   Into your hands, heart!
   For me cross and key:
   Won't return for all time!
   
   Fierce is your master!
   Fierce is your ruddy one!
   Midnight will hit,
   Like a wolf I will look --
   
   "I know, they say, whose, they say,
   Blood is in your veins!"
   All for me till the same
   Drop and lay out --
   
   And will tear up
   All our union.
   With wind and gates --
   For century I won't return!
   
   Not one life of yours,
   Heart, I hold in my arms:
   Yesterday I've bitten my brother,
   Now I'm biting my mother --
   
   Once,
   Again
   From belltower -- battle.
   
   One by one
   Divide
   Till twelfth time.
   
   Breathing over soul:
   Say, did in trace I go?
   
   They shake, having come together.
   "Do you know my life?"
   
   He throws back the eyes.
   "Did you see?" -- "Nay."
   
   "Well, blind one, know,
   (Took hand off the shoulder,
   
   He beats the earth, puffs)
   Now mother will die.
   
   Tooth on spade --
   Clang.
   Like said --
   Thus died down.

* * *

   And to meeting, with the wind:
   Hurry, my wanderer!
   Psalter nobody will read!
   We won't part ever!
   
   That each one of your thoughts
   Came true, my star!
   For three days we're familiar with him:
   He erects second house!
   
   He is generous!
   There is enough of earth!
   "Take me to you, daughter?"
   "I'll come by myself, mother!"

* * *

   Long is the night,
   Long is boring night!
   Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
   Dogs -- are they lowered?
   
   Step by step
   Don't you set foot after mother?
   Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
   Are the gates tightly closed?
   
   Breathe quieter!
   You will bring sin to the soul!
   I sleep -- don not hear,
   I sleep -- don't hear, mother!
   
   Long is the night,
   Long is suffering night.
Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
   After potion to the sorceress!
   
   Stake and tussock
   To my earthly thoughts!
   Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
   Who will break the gates?
   
   Not own! Alien!
   The iron grip!
   I sleep -- don't hear,
   I sleep -- don't hear, mother!
   
   Long is the night,
   Long is judged night.
   Daugh-ter! Daugh-ter!
   Farewell! Ruined by me!
   
   Alone
   I'll die, hurry, my dear!
   Daugh-ter! Duagh-ter!
   Farewell! Sold by you!
   
   He sniffs, he swells!
   Hurry! With snare-onslaught!
   I sleep -- I do not hear,
   I sleep -- I do not hear, mo --

* * *

   Mother lies motionless,
   Dressed up in savannah snows:
   Solemn.
   Bookish.
   
   Eyes -- bowls unopened --
   With nickels sealed!
   Dented.
   Hidden.
   
   For this, eyes, you are closed,
   That you won't torment my daughter:
   Covert.
   Secretive.
   
   That, kites over carrion,
   Did not peep out the daughter:
   Into savannahs,
   Into incense.
   
   And we do not need to attempt those fears.
   And for the half -- a nickel.
   
   And we do not need to go to hut with a foot.
   And for the half -- another.
   
   To know, not sated
   Is your rage -- to death.
   Sleeps to the right,
   Looks to the left.

5. UNDER THE PORCH

   Already danced, danced!
   Already stomped, stomped!
   All heads of butter,
   Sweaty, red.
   
   With handkerchiefs-bursts,
   With clamps-tricks.
   Only one is a widow!
   The red shirt.
   
   And ajar -- little door:
   The frosty breath.
   And with the unconscious voice:
   Groom, hello!
   
   Bow is long,
   Grin is scary.
   Mother under canopy
   Has gone -- let's dance!
   
   In race -- with cry
   Girls at once.
   With one eye
   See -- we'll dance!
   
   The red wedding!
   Prettier than what!
   Mother daughter sold, -
   After --
   
   Not the white handkerchief waves --
   Soul with the body parts.
   
   "Wake up!" "I do not want!"
   Dancing I will free the soul!
   
   "Run, woman, from the hut!
   Save the soul!" "To your brother
   
   And so good!
   My soul is for what!"
   
   I don't put out the flames,
   I dance my death
   With sound! With stomping!
   
   I puff with smut!
   Head to shoulder:
   Whisper, whisper!
   
   For this that the treasure
   Was buried in melting:
   With pearl! With gold!
   
   Because the hell
   Is pitch-black -- heaven!
   With the hotshot! With the hotshot!
   
   Not the blizzard -- twirls the tatters:
   The girl jokes with the hotshot.
   
  &