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
«...where the drover came from, no one knew. Their affinity made the heavens slate / the desert for a miracle. There, they chose to light / a fire and camp, the cave in a vortex of snow. / Not divining his role, the Infant drowsed / in a halo of curls that would quickly become / accustomed...»
«...ajomies ilmestyi kuin tyhjästä. Erämaassa, jonka taivas oli valinnut ihmettä varten / näköisyyden perusteella, majaksi käydessään / he sytyttivät nuotion. Lumen tuiskuttamassa / luolassa, osaansa aavistamatta / torkkui sylilapsi kultaisessa sädekehässä: / hiuksensa olivat ...»
«The vanished joy of my crazy years / Is as heavy as gloomy hang-over. / But, like wine, the sorrow of past days / Is stronger with time. / My path is sad. The waving sea of the future / Promises me only toil and sorrow. But, O my friends, I do not wish to die, / I want to live –...»
«Of madness years the faded joy and laughter / Weigh gravely like a hazy morning after. / And yet the sorrows of the finished page, / Like fancy wine, still stronger get with age. / My way lies dreary. Work and grief are written / In what’s to come, which like the sea is smitten. But, o...»