«Peaceful you are, native land of mine! / River, songbirds, willow trees... / My mother’s tomb is not far away, / Left here since my childhood years. — Where is the graveyard? Can someone help? / I could not find it myself. — / People then quietly answered me: / — It's on that s...»
«Dedicated to V.Belov O, my peaceful motherland! / Nightingales, willows and streams, / Mother's regrettable funeral, / That, all my life, I have seen. — Tell me the way to the cemetery. / I by myself cannot find. / Countrymen answered me, whispering: / It's on the opposite side. Cou...»
«Hey you there, Russia — my beloved land! / I feel so good within your deep green forests! / No singing heard, but I do sense it now, / I sense the song of some unseen strange chorus... / / It was as if the wind drove me ahead, / Through all my land — it's villages and cities! / Y...»
«From the poplars leaves have flown away, / Inescapability repeated. / Do not cry for leaves in any way, / Cry for love and tenderness frostbitten. Let the poplars now naked stand. / Do not curse the noisy storms of snow. / Nobody is to blame, my friend, / That off poplars all dead leave...»