Oh Kozma Prutkov….and it rhymes!


Осень. Скучно. Ветер воет.
Мелкий дождь по окнам льет.
Ум тоскует; сердце ноет;
И душа чего-то ждет.


Autumn. Boredom. The wind whips.
A light rain on the window drips.
My mind longs; my heart whines;
And my soul for something pines.

– Kozma Prutkov (Translated by me)


One Response to “Oh Kozma Prutkov….and it rhymes!”

  1. Ну так ведь без недостатков достоинства не так заметны 🙂

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