# The Cart of Life

Эмиль Шарафутдинов

Перевод стихотворения Пушкина "Телега Жизни"

The Cart of life


Though hard is a burden in it sometime,

The cart is light at fair speed;

The driver is dashing, grey-haired Time,

Drives on, not getting off the seat.


At dawn we spring up on the cart;

We gladly risk our own neck

And, having scorned sloth and delight,

Call: off you go! For ***"s sake.


At noon there are no former nerves;

Having been jolted, more we dread

All those slopes and steeps, and curves;

We shout: not so fast, blockhead!


Same as before the cart is on its way;

We have got used to it when evening closes,

And dozing off we come to the night"s stay,

While Time drives on the sturdy horses.


The missed word at the end of the last line of the second quatrain is the same swear-word that was in Pushkin"s verse also missed by the poet.