Обычно пристаю
к местным с расспросами я, а тут пристали
ко мне — приняли за знакомую-американку.
В ответ я поинтересовалась чьи же это
дома. «Здесь больше 50 лет жила одна
синьора, но дом начал рушиться, контракт
не продлили, пришлось ей уехать....»
Внутри до сих пор стоят ее вещи: кухня,
холодильник....
Episodes
This time I've been mistaken for an American...) and after I answered all the questions of the curious Signora, it was my turn to ask: "Whose house is this." "There lived a lady, for more than 50 years, but when the house began to crumble, she had to leave ...." There are still her things inside: furniture, refrigerator .... "And the owner? Who is the owner" "The owner is the Church!"
This time I've been mistaken for an American...) and after I answered all the questions of the curious Signora, it was my turn to ask: "Whose house is this." "There lived a lady, for more than 50 years, but when the house began to crumble, she had to leave ...." There are still her things inside: furniture, refrigerator .... "And the owner? Who is the owner" "The owner is the Church!"
А сам дом принадлежит
церкви.
....И
в почтовый ящик заглядывают лишь ветер
да кошки....
.......And
only
wind ans cats peep in at the mailbox.........
Но розы цветут по-прежнему... Цветут ни для кого....
and
roses bloom for none....
но вдруг приподнимется тюлевая занавеска... и мелькнет за окном чья-то тень...тень прошлого...
....
but
suddenly pops up the tulle curtain... and flashed outside a shadow
... the shadow of the past …
