Another acacia is one
With flowers, the branch was lowered
And over the springy spring
Fuzzy arches did not round.
A hot breeze was breathing,
In the shade we sat with each other,
And before us on the sand
The day was golden all around.
Hives buzzed every bush,
Over the heart, happiness gravitated,
I trembled, so that from timid lips
Your confession has not flown away.
In the distance the song of birds merged,
Spring over the steppe swept,
And at the ends of your eyelashes
A tear glowed immodestly.
I wanted to speak - and suddenly,
Suddenly frightening,
At your feet, on a clear circle,
The birdie of the field disappeared.
With what we shy love
Their breath hid!
It seemed to me your eyes
Not to fly away she was prayed.
Saying "I'm sorry" for anything
The soul seemed to be a loss ...
And, intending to flee,
Our guest was looking at us winged.
Author: Afanasy Fet
