Alexander Blok
- Let the dawn keep shining out..., by Alec Vagapov
- Let the nightingale resound..., by Andrey Kneller
«To return to simplicity — why? / Perhaps I do know why. / But that returning is not for everyone. / Those like me, cannot. Through a nettling shrub I pass, / It is prehensile, I will not break away... / Let me fall, / I will not reach a second simplicity, / There is no going back.»
«Brightly the hooves clatter... / What is it, by the bridge? / All erased, all is forgotten, / In the secret of thoughts, a void... / I only listen to the hooves, / to the din and cries by the bridge. It starts running stoutly, huddling, / The multilegged It. / Entrancing — and borin...»
«I trace the dark with red coal, / With a pointed sting I lick the flesh, / Tightly, tightly, I spin the tourniquet, / Bend and break and knit. With a string I twist, / Tighten and wet, / With a game awaken, / With a needle pierce. And I’m so kind, / If I fall in love — I will dra...»
«There is this hard, / This shameful. / Almost impossible — / Hard: It is to lift the eyelashes / And look into the face of a mother, / Whose son was killed. / But one shouldn’t talk about that.»