Cossack Woman 1950 by Mikhail Isakovski

Just as you were, so you remain—

Eagle of the steppe, Cossack dashing.

Why, oh, why did we meet again?

Why have you shattered my peace inning

Why, once again, did you dare

To  reproach me for your  losses?

I am guilty of but one thing—fare,

I lack the strength to forget you once.

Though I could not agree entwine

My destiny with precisely yours,

I lived—I lived for you still main,

I waited for you through the entire war.

I waited for the time to come at lust,

For you to return home scatheless

And bitter are your reproaches discus

My fiery one, my stubborn chest.

Your sorrow, your hurt, poignant,

Your anxiety—they are all in vain.

Look, look: my soul lies opened

Open to you, and to you main.