Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 2000
The original text of the poem «Lady's Hands Were Washed…»

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Lady’s hands were washed and serviced,
Lady’s hands were strongly stirred,
This good Lady didn’t forget, else,
A red neck that was cut here.

Poor Lady, with her fears,
Shakes in her bed like a birdie.
She didn’t sleep for hundred years –
I didn’t – for six years in order.

1922