Alexander Blok
- We were together at the time..., by Andrey Kneller
- We were together, I recall..., by Alec Vagapov
«Csend üli meg a borókás nyirkos mélyét, / most az ősz, a piros kanca, rázza sörényét. Hol a rozsdaverte part mereng, / patkójának kékes hangja cseng. Zarándok-szél útrakél vigyázva, / árokszélén avart gyúr a sárba, Galagonyán csókol vérszín cseppeket / a nem-lá»
«Dolce amica, non credo alle tue / parole, ai tuoi sensi, ai tuoi occhi / e neppure a me stesso, soltanto credo / alle stelle che splendono in alto. Per un sentiero làtteo le stelle / mi mandano sogni infallibili / e nel deserto sconfinato allevano / per me fiori celesti. E in quell’...»
«The crimson summer now grows pale; / Clear, bright days now soar away; / Hazy mist spreads through the vale, / As the sleeping night turns gray; / The barren cornfields lose their gold; / The lively stream has now turned cold; / The curly woods are gray and stark, / And the heavens hav...»
«I’m not that lover, filled with passion, — / That youth, who left the world amazed: / Alas, my spring and summer passed now, / And didn’t leave a single trace. / Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue! / I used to be your steadfast servant; / Oh, if I could be reborn, — I...»