只是在往昔中搜索，你不会脱下
长到肘弯的手套，
圣彼得堡的夜，在剧院的包厢里
那种味道，令人窒息而柔和丰富，
风从海湾吹来。并不远--多么令人震惊啊！--
在台词之间，避免激情的喧喊，
会再一次对着你这个故意使人苦恼的布洛克微笑--
这位世纪悲剧男高音。
And just having searched in the past, you’ll unlock
The gloves so long as to elbow,
The Petersburg night, in the theatre’s box
That smell, suffocating and mellow,
And winds from the bay. And not far – what a shock! -
Between lines, void passionate clamor,
Will once smile to you very spiteful Blok –
The century’s tragical tenor.
