«to Zh. B. I have a shabby jacket on, / It’s rather old and quite worn out. / I ask the tailor to come round / and alter it before too long. / / I tell him playfully: "You see, / the jacket needs an alteration, / the art and skill of dress creation / will bring the best of luck to...»
«to Olya I‘ve never hovered and I’ve never been / up in the clouds where I’ve never been. / I’ve never visited and I‘ve never seen / cities and towns which I’ve never seen. / I’ve never modeled and I’ve never had / jars which I’ve never modeled and had. / I’ve never w...»
«When all at once the sound of trumpet / resounds, yet unclearly heard, / the word impetuously flushes / escaping lips like a night bird. / And music, like a casual shower, / meanders rumbling up above, / the little orchestra of wishes / ...»
«The squeaking pencils softly roll / for peace and quiet of my soul. / They squeak incessantly, with care, / but give a cry they do not dare. / / My soul is burning , getting hot, / but what’s a pencil worth? Yes, what? / Abiding by the rule / it will tranquil my soul. / / ......»