Spring breaks in rivers the ice-floes..., by Yevgeny Bonver Spring breaks in rivers the ice-floes, /
And I don’t pity my sweet dead: /
Having subdued my heights and roads, /
Forgot I winter narrow lows, /...
The spring is breaking river ice..., by Andrey Kneller The spring is breaking river ice, /
I feel no pity for the dead: /
Upon new summits now I rise, /
Forgetting ravines, now my eyes /
Reflect bl...
