The Irony of Fate
- When they’re happy.
- That’s right.
There will be no one in the house,
Just the twilight,
Just one winter day
In the opening of the curtains,
Someone forgot to shut,
Curtains, someone forgot to shut.
Just damp white snow lumps
Swiftly flying by.
There’s just the roofs and
the snow, and…
Just the roofs and the snow,
And no one else,
There’s no one else.
And once again the hoarfrost
Will draw its tracery,
And like before I will be
caught in the whirlwind
Of last year’s despondency,
and the memories of another witer,
And the memories of another Winter.
But suddenly the curtain shudder
with someone’s intrusion.
Measuring the silence with
your soft steps,
Measuring the silence,
you will appear like the future itself.
You will be standing in the doorway,
Dressed in something
white and simple,
Like one of those fabrics,
Out of which they make snow flakes,
Out of which they make snow flakes.
There will be no one in the house,
Just the twilight.
Just one winter day in the opening
Of the curtains,
someone forgot to shut,
Curtains, someone forgot to shut.
- Maria Dmitrievna…
- Quiet!
Happy New Year!
Not so loud, will you!
Why?
- Who is it, mother?
- It’s just a neighbor, dear.
- What’s going on?
- Pavel, come back tomorrow.
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