Afanasy Fet
- I am bored with perpetual verbiage on all that is fine and gracious, by Alec Vagapov
- I have got tired of chatting about something bombastic..., by Vyacheslav Chistyakov
«The door ajar, the sudden / Sweet scents of limes close up… / The glove and whip, forgotten, / Lie on the tabletop. The oval of the lamp aglow… / I’m listening, intent. / Why did you have to go? / I do not understand… Tomorrow morning surely will / Be jubilant and nice, / A...»
«…You want to know how this came to be? — / In the dining room, the clock struck three, / Holding the banister timidly, / While saying goodbye, she said listlessly: / “That is it… No, there is more, you see. / I love you. I loved you wholeheartedly / Even back then, no less!” ...»
«I led a bandit out, to shoot her. / She didn’t beg, she didn’t plead — / Just glared at me with pride and anger. / Her pain was bad. She clenched her teeth. And then she said: “Now listen, fella, / You’re gonna shoot me anyway. / Before you lay me down forever, / Just let me l...»
«Who can forget the fatal forties, / The rampant firing of mortars, / The letters turning faces ashen / Their formal words "was killed in action"? It's cold. The sky is spreading out / Above the rumbling railroad, tired / Of moving east with endless crowds / Who lost their homes to bombs...»