Alexander Blok
- I bless my lucky stars above..., by Alec Vagapov
Aleksandr Blok (español)
- Acepto todo lo que hubo..., Jorge Bustamante García
«Beautiful are pearly drops on a sunny day / When they shine in the arches of gold, / Yet in sorry weather, on damp windows, they / Dread like drops of black autumn’s mould. People are happy in oblivion; (I was told) / Their stature in the eyes of the others / Matters not, nor do the awa...»
«Maple bare of foliage, freezing in the snowstorm, / Why are you bent over as the wind is blowing? Have you witnessed something? Have you heard some tidings? / It's as if beyond the village you've gone striding. Like a drunken watchman, straying off the roadway, / In a drift you tumbled, now ...»
«At the village end, the old hut stands alone. / There prays aged mother before an icon. Her prayer remembers her son, and his friends, / Now saving their homeland, in far-off lands. She prays, drying the tears, and fighting mirages, / For her tired eyes see frightening images. She sees a fi...»
«On heavenly blue course, a fiery star — / As if ready to char the forests and perish / With them in yellow clouds of honeyed / Smoke, the sun prepares for a rest. / Dreamy night falls. People fall asleep. / Only I torment myself. I wish; I weep... Among the clouds, the tall evergreens /...»