«An artist, while wearing his canvas pants, / had once upon a time sat on his palette and, / jumping up, ran around huffing and puffing: / “Where's the turpentine? I'll quickly wipe them!” But catching a closer glimpse of the rainbow / he, in a creative trance of intuitive flow, / cut ...»
«We've got the hot Sun, and naive, little children, / And joy of prized melodies, books that intrigue, / If not, how could on this round planet have lived then / Beethoven and Pushkin, and Heine, and Grieg? Invisible arts live in every small instant, / In thoughtful, strong words, smiles and...»
«“Come, Children! / Who is the bravest in the world?” / They knew—and answered in one singing voice: / “The lion!” / “The lion? Ha ha...It’s easy to be brave / If your paws are as wide as mops. / No, it’s neither the lion, nor the elephant, / But the littlest one—The m...»
«The woods have turned green, / The pond has turned green. / And green frogs / Croak their songs. / / A fir-tree--a sheaf of green candles, / Moss--a green carpet. / And a green grasshopper / Conducts the song... / / Above a house's green roof / A green oak sleeps, / And two...»