І ДОСІ СНИТЬСЯ: ПІД ГОРОЮ…
Т.Г.Шевченко
Переклад Н.С.Оксанич
As if still dreaming: between the willows under the hill
There is a white house standing still.
An old wise man is sitting near the house there,
He nurses his little grandson - good and fare.
Cheerful mother comes out of the hut
Laughing, kissing grandfather and her “little heart”
She hugs her kid, and feeds,
And puts her little child to sleep.
But grandfather quietly sits…
By stealth he is speaking there -
“Where are the evil, sorrows, enemies? Where?”
And the old is praying God mightily,
Through willows sun shines quietly.
Day goes off and evening comes. But -
The grandfather goes resting to the hut...
