Nymph of the Summer Garden

There is a beautiful nymph in the Summer Garden,
The one on the side of the main alley, -
A young maiden from an ancient myth
Either he is sad, or he regrets something.
Ile remembers Italys sun,
The sky is spacious, radiant, winged!
Can’t throw out the soul to the bottom:
The souls of the statues are encased in marble.
Doomed to mute silence
Not one century it, heavy, lasts,
Not one century that mystery of sadness
Again fogs, like a cloud, faces.
(author Svetlana Chaliapin)