Английские стихи с переводом

Английская поэзия всегда привлекала своей лаконичностью, глубиной и мелодичностью. Этот сборник – попытка прикоснуться к миру английских стихов, ощутить их ритм и увидеть отражение знакомых чувств в чужой, но близкой культуре. Здесь вы найдете как классические формы, адаптированные к современному языку, так и более свободные зарисовки, объединенные общей темой – школьные годы, переживания и открытия. Каждое стихотворение сопровождается переводом, призванным передать не только смысл, но и настроение оригинала.

The classroom hushed, the lesson at its end,
A vacant space where laughter used to be,
A silent story that the walls attend,
An empty desk, a haunting memory.

No hurried notes, no pencil’s gentle trace,
No whispered jokes to break the solemn air,
Just lingering echoes of a vanished face,
A missing friend, beyond all earthly care.
    

The autumn leaves descend in golden showers,
Reflecting hues of days now left behind,
Like fading hopes and half-forgotten powers,
A gentle sadness settles on the mind.

The schoolyard sleeps beneath a misty veil,
Where youthful dreams once soared on wings so bright,
A wistful longing, a forgotten tale,
Lost in the shadows of the fading light.

The scent of rain, a melancholic plea,
For times gone by, and lessons yet to learn,
A quiet moment, just the leaves and me,
As summer’s warmth to winter’s chill does turn.
    

Within its pages, empires rise and fall,
And kings and queens their destinies embrace,
A silent witness, answering duty’s call,
To chronicle the triumphs of our race.

But more than dates and battles bravely won,
It holds the echoes of a human plea,
The hopes and fears of ages long since run,
A tapestry of what used to be.

And as I read, a question starts to bloom,
What will the future write within its hold?
What stories will emerge from out the gloom,
And what new chapters will be yet untold?

For history’s not merely in the past,
But shapes the present, guides us on our way,
A lesson learned, a shadow ever cast,
To build a brighter, more enlightened day.
    

A silver chime, a call to gather near,
The school bell rings, a rhythm soft and low,
Dispelling shadows, calming every fear,
A gentle signal for the seeds to grow.

It marks the hours of learning and of play,
Of friendships forged and knowledge newly found,
A constant presence, guiding us each day,
Within these walls, on consecrated ground.
    

Upon my hands, the ink begins to stain,
A testament to hours spent in thought,
Lost in a world of fancy and of gain,
Where inspiration’s gentle hand is caught.

The textbook lies, a landscape unexplored,
While my mind wanders to a distant shore,
Where castles rise and dragons are adored,
And possibilities forever soar.

But duty calls, and I must turn anew,
To grammar rules and theorems to define,
Though part of me will always dream and view,
A world of wonder, beautifully divine.
    

Within these walls, a quiet peace resides,
A sanctuary for the seeking soul,
Where knowledge waits, and wisdom gently guides,
And stories whisper, making spirits whole.

The scent of paper, aged and worn and true,
A comforting aroma, soft and deep,
Invites the mind to wander and pursue,
The secrets that these ancient volumes keep.

And as I browse, a sense of awe descends,
To think of all the thoughts that came before,
The countless journeys, and the faithful friends,
Imprisoned here, forever to explore.

The library’s embrace, a warm delight,
A haven built for learning and for grace,
Where darkness yields to intellectual light,
And time itself seems to slow down its pace.
    

The swings hang silent, waiting for a hand,
The slide is still, devoid of joyful cries,
The playground sleeps, a forgotten land,
Beneath the vast and ever-changing skies.

But in my mind, the echoes still remain,
Of laughter shared and games we used to play,
Of scraped knees healed and sunshine after rain,
And friendships forged that brighten every day.
    

With patient words and eyes that understand,
A teacher guides us on our winding way,
A helping hand, a beacon in the land,
To chase the shadows and embrace the day.

They nurture dreams and foster every skill,
And challenge us to reach beyond our grasp,
To climb the heights and conquer every hill,
And leave our mark upon the world at last.

They see the potential hidden deep inside,
And gently coax it forth with loving care,
A trusted mentor, always by our side,
To help us blossom, free from all despair.

And as we grow, and learn to stand alone,
We’ll carry with us lessons they impart,
A debt of gratitude forever known,
A teacher’s wisdom etched upon the heart.
    

The final bell, a liberating sound,
The last day of term, a joyful release,
From lessons learned and knowledge newly found,
A time for freedom, and for well-earned peace.

The classrooms empty, desks in disarray,
A silent witness to the year that’s flown,
Of friendships made and memories to stay,
And seeds of wisdom carefully sown.

The schoolyard bursts with energy and glee,
As students gather, eager to depart,
To chase their dreams, wild and carefree,
And follow the compass of their heart.

But mingled with the joy, a touch of pain,
To leave behind this haven, safe and warm,
To face the world, and venture forth again,
And weather the challenges of life’s storm.
    

A fine white powder, dancing in the light,
The chalk dust dreams of lessons long since past,
Of equations solved and stories told just right,
A fleeting moment, fading far too fast.

It settles softly on the desk and floor,
A silent witness to the passing years,
Of youthful minds that eagerly explore,
And conquer doubts and overcome their fears.
    

Beakers and burners, a curious array,
The science lab, a world of wonder bright,
Where hidden forces come into play,
And darkness yields to knowledge and to light.

Experiments unfold with careful grace,
Revealing secrets of the earth and sky,
A quest for truth in this enchanted place,
Where questions bloom and answers gently lie.

The scent of chemicals, a strange perfume,
A catalyst for learning and for thought,
Dispelling ignorance and chasing gloom,
With insights gained and lessons dearly bought.

And as we delve into the unknown deep,
We realize how much there is to see,
A universe of mysteries to keep,
And endless possibilities for you and me.
    

A vibrant chaos, colors bold and free,
The art room’s hue, a feast for weary eyes,
Where creativity flows for all to see,
And imagination takes to boundless skies.

Brushes and paints, a palette rich and wide,
A canvas waiting for a masterpiece,
Where hidden talents blossom and confide,
And inner visions find their sweet release.

The scent of turpentine, a heady blend,
Inspiring artists to create and dream,
To capture beauty that will never end,
And paint a world that’s vibrant and supreme.

And as we lose ourselves in form and line,
We find a solace that transcends all art,
A connection to the truly divine,
And a reflection of the human heart.
    

A melody unfolds, a gentle strain,
The music room’s chord, a soothing, sweet embrace,
Where harmonies converge and intertwine,
And rhythm guides us to a tranquil space.

Instruments awaken, voices rise and blend,
A symphony of sound, both rich and clear,
Expressing emotions that transcend,
And banishing all doubt and every fear.

The scent of wood and brass, a timeless grace,
A testament to artistry and skill,
Inspiring passion in this sacred place,
And filling hearts with joy that knows no chill.

And as we listen to the music’s flow,
We find a language that all souls can share,
A universal truth that we all know,
And a moment of beauty beyond compare.
    

A rush of wind, a shout, a vibrant scene,
The sports field’s call, a challenge to embrace,
Where strength and skill and teamwork convene,
And athletes strive with passion and with grace.

The thrill of victory, the sting of defeat,
Lessons learned in the heat of the game,
Resilience forged, and spirits complete,
A burning fire, an unyielding flame.
    

The school gate closes, marking journey’s end,
A bittersweet farewell to days gone by,
To friendships cherished, and lessons to extend,
Beneath the vast and ever-watching sky.

A chapter finished, a new one to begin,
With hopes and dreams and futures yet unknown,
A world of possibilities within,
And seeds of wisdom carefully sown.

The memories linger, a comforting guide,
Of laughter shared and challenges overcome,
A sense of belonging, deep inside,
And a feeling of being truly home.

And as we step beyond these hallowed walls,
We carry with us all that we have learned,
Prepared to answer life’s demanding calls,
And face the future, bravely and unconcerned.