The Spring in Evening


The golden clouds are playfully flying
over the unsettled earth.

The wide quiet fields are glistened
with dew.

The stream makes a sound in the mist of valley.
In the distance it thunders.

The languid wind among leaves of aspen
entangled its trembling wings.

The enormous timberland is in fading silence.
 The dark green forest keeps quiet.
Just in the deep shadow
some restless leaf is shuddering.

The star full of love
is flickering in the burning sunset
and  on the bottom of the soul is joy.


Ivan Turgenev

Translation and Photography by Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan




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