December 21, 2004 by AK
From Alexandrian Songs (1906). This, and more Kuzmin here.
In spring the poplar changes its leaves;
in spring Adonis returns
from the kingdom of the dead…
And you — where’re you going to in spring, my sweet?
In spring all will go riding
in the sea or the gardens on the outskirts
on swift horses…
And I — who am I going to share the boat with?
In spring all will don festive clothes,
will walk out in couples to the fields to pick violets…
And I — what do you mean, I’ve got to stay home?
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