«Already the maple leaves / Cover the swans’ pool, / And the blood-stained arms / Of late-ripening rowan. And, dazzlingly slender, / Crossed legs impervious to cold, / She sits on a northern stone, / And gazes at the road. I felt a vague fear, / In front of this famous girl. / Ray...»
«vTo our last starry paradise — / That city of pure fountains, / Golden Bakhchisarai. There behind the striped fence, / By pensive waters, / We remembered with joy / The gardens of Tsarskoye Selo. And suddenly we saw / Catherine’s eagle — there! / Swooping into the valley / F...»
«All I see is hilly Pavlovsk, / Meadow around, motionless water, / The most languid, the most shaded, / Most unforgettable spot. When you drive through the gates, / A blessed tremor takes you, / Not just living, you’re mad, exultant, / Or alive in a different way. In late autumn it’...»
«I’ll be there and weariness will vanish. / The cold of early morning will please. / There are villages, mysterious and dark — / Storehouses of immortal labour. My calm and trusting love / Of that place will never be vanquished. / There’s a drop of Novgorod blood / In me — a sli...»