Текст песни Марина Цветаева - Мой письменный верный стол

My writing desk is faithful!
     Thanks for walking
     With me in all ways.
     I was guarded - like a scar.
     My written pack mule!
     Thank you for not bending your legs
     Under the burden, luggage of dreams -
     Thank you for carrying and carrying.
     The finest of mirrors!
     Thank you for becoming
     - The temptations of the worldly threshold -
     All the joys across
     To all the basics - flatly!
     Oak counterweight
     Hate lion elephant
     Resentment - everything, everything.
     My alive mortal tes!
     Thank you for growing and growing
     With me, as you do
     Desktop - large, wide,
     So widened to latitudes -
     Such that, opening their mouths,
     Clutching at the table edging ...
     - I was flooded like a strand!
     Nailing a little light to yourself
     Thank you for following
     Failed! All the way
     I was overtaken like a shah -
     Runaway.
         - Back to the chair!
     Thank you for being bull
     And bent. Eternal benefits
     I was beaten - like a magician -
     Somnambulu.
         Battle scars,
     Table lined up in columns
     Last minute: there lived a crimson!
     The deeds of my column!
     Pillar of the pillar, mouth shutter -
     You were my throne, Prostor-
     That was me that the sea of ​​crowds
     Jewish - a burning pillar!
     So be blessed -
     Forehead, elbow, knee knot
     Tested - like a saw
     Eaten in the chest - the edge of the table!

             July 1933