Alexander Blok In the restaurant

 

 
 I will never forget , if it was, or it was not,

Such an evening : by the fire of dawn above 

The pale sky is burnt and practically parted,

And at the yellow day break - bright lanterns.

 

By the window I set at a crowded big hall,

Somewhere bows were singing about  true love.

I sent-fetched you a black rose in a wineglass

With some golden as the heaven, ai.

 

You took glance. I accepted  bashfully and boldness

Arrogant gaze and bowed you back.

You accosting your mate, markedly harshly  

Remarked : “See, and this one is in love."

 

Now instant came sound of the strings too much  loud;

Bows sang so sensually and sharp;

But you were then with me with  all  youth disdain  only,

Hardly notable tremoring hand ...

 

You rushed by with the gest of  the bird, which is frightened;

You passed by like my delicate dream …

And the perfume  exhaled, and eyelashes was blinking

And anxiety  whispered in silks.

 

But from the depths of the mirrors you threw me your gaze then,

And you  shouted: "Just Catch!.."throwing it.

A monisto was  jingling, the gypsy was dancing

And  she caroled   the dawn of love.