«There once was a man by the name of Semyonov. / And Semyonov went out for a walk and lost his handkerchief. / And Semyonov started looking for a handkerchief and lost his hat. / And looking for a hat, he lost his jacket. / He began to look for a jacket and lost his boots. / – Yes – sa...»
«The smiles of summer are simply indistinct / And winter is too clear, / But I can unerringly pick out / Three autumns in each year. The first is a holiday chaos / Spiting the summer of yesterday. / Leaves fly like a schoolboy’s notes, / Like incense, the smell of smoke, / Everything...»
«Here the loveliest of young women fight / for the honour of marrying the hangmen; / here the righteous are tortured at night / and the resolute worn down by hunger»
«I love my country, but with a strange love — / stronger than reason!.. / Neither the fame that blood can buy, / nor the calm pride of confidence, / nor the time-honoured gifts of ignorant days / can stir my soul with dreams of happiness. But what I love — for some strange reason — ...»