«What on earth is there to hope for or expect? / Every day they see me off and meet me. / They're surrounding me with honour and respect / Like a fish with onions, nice and neatly. Are we really doomed to silent gloom, / Like an office left and closed at five? / Will men no longer hear my ...»
«We charged at the enemy, / Camped on the heath, / With "The Song of the Apple" / Caught in our teeth. / The rocks and the heather, / The newly-mown hay / Echo our song / To this very day. But my pal sang another, / A song from afar, / As we rode in the saddle, / Pursuing our sta...»
«I’m lonely and sad, and in moments of bitterest pain / Have no one to look to, alas… / Desires!.. What use to desire without end, without gain, / While all the best years swiftly, fleetingly pass! To love… Whom?.. If briefly, ’tis not worth the effort… / ...»
«Noon heat, a gorge in Daghestan, / I lay still, a bullet in my chest: / The deep wound was still red-hot, / blood seeped, drop by drop. I lay lonely on the gorge’s sand, / the cliff-ledges towered around, / the sun burned their yellow heights, / and I — I slept like the dead. And I...»