Константин Воскресенский The Tortured Soul Was Covered With a Gloom…

From the first collection of poems "In Your Name” (Russian: Во имя твоё).

In English (interpretation by Lord Muck):
The tortured soul was covered with a gloom
of faded dreams and visions. And the void around,
when heard a scream, made the heart beating paused.
Whacked spirit had been thrown to the ground.

The body's slackened, every step is imprecise.
The hands go numb, the lips go rather cracking...
And dangers from the foes increase in size
when their guile is under friendly masking.

What's happened, can't be changed, no need to try this.
If I change fate, I’ll just betray myself.
What is in me is my reward, my prizes.
I thank my destiny for each book on life shelf.