The dull air is moist and resounding

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The dull air is moist and resounding; In the forest it is good and no danger. Once again I will bear obediently My light cross of solitary walks.

And once again a reproach to my heartless fatherland Will fly up like a wild duck, It is a gloomy life I take part in Where every single one is alone!

A shot has rung out. Now over the drowsy lake The ducks' wings are heavy. And the pine trunks are stupefied By their double, reflected existence.

The sky, dull with a strange shine… A worldwide, misty pain… Oh, let me also be misty in this way, And let me not to love you.

1911

Воздух пасмурный влажен и гулок (Мандельштам)