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Years by years we change much.

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Years by years we change much.
Here the three women look at me.
- You were better, -
One of them has told.
I met her ten years ago.
Concerning the mountains of the snow-covered edge,
In the distance the fiery decline flares.
- You are all same, - speak second,
Forgotten five years ago.
And the third, the hands are not disconnecting a milds,
To me whispers hot , is full a trembling :
- You were worse... Tell that did not love them...
What I was, she does not know.
J.Kozlovskogo's lane

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С годами изменяемся немало.
Вот на меня три женщины глядят.
- Ты лучше был, -
одна из них сказала.
Я с ней встречался десять лет назад.
Касаясь гор заснеженного края,
Вдали пылает огненный закат.
- Ты все такой же, - говорит вторая,
Забытая пять лет тому назад.
А третья, рук не размыкая милых,
Мне жарко шепчет, трепета полна:
- Ты хуже был... Скажи, что не любил их...-
Каким я был, не ведает она.
Пер. Я.Козловского
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Confusion set in on the third stanza.
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I did not understand much what the poet intended message is!
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