Alexander Blok
- I while away my life in stride..., by Andrey Kneller
- I while away my reckless life..., by Alec Vagapov
«In violet and purple bloomed the lilac, / The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale. / We headed toward it on a tortuous trail / Across an ancient fur and furrowed park. Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills — / Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts / Weave from the gentle smel...»
«I do not want to live my life, like all, / Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel, / Walking around in circles, being slaves, / Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves. I want to live uplifted like an eagle; / I want to live conceited like a Creole; / Smashing, threatening barriers, slid...»
«You are ready from gloom to suicide, / Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth. / Wait a while — and the spring will come to your side / After just three more snowy months. Nightingales of the cherry will whistle, / Full of nightingales cherry will stand. / May go past you the shot from th...»
«In these miniature Russian colonies / Those who are hiding from lawlessness / Their sinful bodies and souls, / Interests are so pitiful / Feelings vicious and hypocritical: / They seek only food and warmth. They all eat — it is only appropriate, / And the warmth in our time is import...»