Some time, some day, my lovely child

I made a slide show. For the first time. Using a song with lyrics from Marina Tsvetayeva - it was a poem to her older daughter Ariadna, or Alya, written in hard after-revolution times in 1919. There was a very special bond between them especially that Alya was developed well ahead of her 6 years.

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Just my little tribute to Marina, to express my admiration by her art and personality.

And the poem itself:

АЛЕ

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Когда-нибудь, прелестное созданье,

Я стану для тебя воспоминаньем.

Там, в памяти твоей голубоокой,

Затерянным -- так далеко -- далeко.

Забудешь ты мой профиль горбоносый,

И лоб в апофеозе папиросы,

И вечный смех мой, коим всех морочу,

И сотню -- на руке моей рабочей --

Серебряных перстней, -- чердак -- каюту,

Моих бумаг божественную смуту...

Как в страшный год, возвышены Бедою,

Ты -- маленькой была, я -- молодою.

That's the only translation I found thus far, but it hardly does the original any justice:

TO ALYA

One day, pretty creature,

I'll become a memory for you,

There, in your deep memory,

Lost -- so far far away.

You'll forget my hook nosed profile,

And my forehead in the tempest of a cigarette,

And my eternal laughter, annoying you,

--And on my working hand,

a hundred silver rings, -- an attic-cabin*,

Of my heavenly confusion of papers*

Frightening year, reasoned by the sorrow,

You -- were small, I -- was young.