«High in the sky, the cloud grew grayer, / Like a stretched out squirrel pelt. / "I don’t care," he said, "Snow Maiden, / That in March your frame will melt." My hands grew cold in the downy muff. / I felt scared, confused and wary. / How to bring back the weeks of his love / That pass...»
«The door ajar, the sudden / Sweet scents of limes close up… / The glove and whip, forgotten, / Lie on the tabletop. The oval of the lamp aglow… / I’m listening, intent. / Why did you have to go? / I do not understand… Tomorrow morning surely will / Be jubilant and nice, / A...»
«…You want to know how this came to be? — / In the dining room, the clock struck three, / Holding the banister timidly, / While saying goodbye, she said listlessly: / “That is it… No, there is more, you see. / I love you. I loved you wholeheartedly / Even back then, no less!” ...»
«I led a bandit out, to shoot her. / She didn’t beg, she didn’t plead — / Just glared at me with pride and anger. / Her pain was bad. She clenched her teeth. And then she said: “Now listen, fella, / You’re gonna shoot me anyway. / Before you lay me down forever, / Just let me l...»