«Clear morning is not hot, lightly / You run through the meadow. / Down the Oka pulls a barge, / Very slow. Several words without willing / You are repeating still. / Somewhere in the field is ringing / Weakly the bell. Ring in the field? On the meadow? / Are they going to the prayer...»
«To melt all, that the people forget all, / Like a candle or molten snow? / Be a handful of dust in the future / Under cross of a grave? I say no! Every moment, from anguish concussing, / I return to the same once again: / Die forever! Did for this the fortune / Give me all things to und...»
«You walk, looking just like me, / Lowering your eyes. / I lowered them also! / Stop, passerby! Read - having gathered a bouquet / Of many flowers — / That my name was Marina / And how old I was. Don't think I'll appear with menace, / That a grave here is hidden... / I loved to la...»
«Passing me by, as you walk / To charms doubtful and not mine — / If you but knew how much fire, / How much life is wasted in vain, On the rustling, occasional shade / What a heroic flame — / And how enflamed my heart / This gunpowder wasted in vain! O the trains flying into the nig...»