Alexander Blok
- I know your face so well, my fair..., by Alec Vagapov
Aleksandr Blok (español)
- Tu rostro me suena tanto..., Kseniya Tokareva
«Old times, like mountains, rose. And war / rose too. Behind it and before / boulders flew, screeching; each one bore / an aura sprouting from its core. / The sea grew black into a steamboat, / and on the trail lit by the moon / the waves clacked like a silver spoon / on a silver spoon....»
«I must perform my smoky rite. / Disgraced before me lie prostrate / Fruits of a summer by the sea: / A sard’s twin-hearted strawberry / And the ant’s brother, an agate. But I prefer the rank-and-file / Soldier of the sea gulf, gray, wild, / That no one’s pleased to see.»
«The memory of sun weakens in my heart, / grass turns yellow, / wind blows the early flakes of snow / lightly, lightly. / / Already the narrow canals have stopped flowing; / water freezes. / Nothing will ever happen here — / not ever! / / Against the empty sky the willow opens...»
«When my mother dear sent me / Off to the army, / Then my kinfolk also came, / Came a-running: "Where are you going to, my lad? / Where you going? / Vanya, Vanya, please don't go / Into the army! "The Red Army has enough / Bayonets. / The Bolshevik...»