Вот уже тридцать лето под землёй
троечник с минусом, вертопрах, -
мальчик, который бегал за мной
на лыжах, роликах и коньках.
Даже однажды ногу сломал.
Думала, шутит. Но нет, всерьёз.
И старший брат, хоккеист-амбал,
его с катка на руках унёс.
Thirty years already beneath the ground,
a third rate student, a lighthearted fool, -
the boy, who chased after me all around
on rollerblades, skis and skates after school.
He even broke his leg once. I remember,
I thought he was kidding. But he didn’t rise.
His older brother, a huge hockey center,
carried him off in his arms from the ice.