Geese-Swans (detail)

Again in the pearls of dawn ... autumn has shackled sadness,
The Indian summer has burned out, ... Rus in golden clothes.
Spicy again ... leaves swirl in the air
And in the sky a caravan of geese - swans fly.

Dissolving in a blue haze, embracing the heights with a wing,
Ride over Russia like a bird's echo to the break.
The wind spread across the sky, tears in a gray cloud,
The pain of separation, as if the children were leaving their father's house.


In this swan cry, piercing the gray distance,
Either a song, or a hymn - swan sorrow.
They flew in a string, and on the wings of swans
A grain of glorious Motherland, ... loyalty to his mother.

Maybe it seemed ... filling life with a fairy tale,
The white flock admired ... the holy heights under the wing.
Carried away in the blue sky, ... catching my eyes with love ...
Hush people ... over Russia ... the geese-swans are flying.

Svetlana Strausova