«Black-earth allotment that savours of sweat, / Can I deny you my love, my caress? Away to the lake by the blue path I'll go, / My heart with the blessing of evening aglow. The rough brushwood shelters in meadows are grey, / Conducive to slumber the reeds softly sway. With blood а red bonfi...»
«Swamps and marshland sodden, / Heaven а cloth of blue, / Pinewoods that are throbbing / With а golden hue. Tomtits through the foliage / Flit with other birds, / Of the calls of mowers / Dream the shady firs. Creaking through the meadow / Goes а country cart — / Wooden wheels ...»
«1 In deep ruts the village is floundering, / Poor homes huddle under the trees. / From dips and on high ground all round you / The blue vault of heaven is seen. At dusk in the long winter twilight / Wolves fearsomely howl in bare fields / And horses are snorting in farmyards / Where fr...»
«The dry weather stifled the sowings, / The rye withered, oats did not sprout. / The girls with church banners were going / To pray in the fields hit by drought. Parishioners met by the coppice, / From grief like а fever they pined. / The lean deacon prayed without stopping. / "О Lord,...»