Alexander Pushkin
- Friendship, by Alice E. M. Underwood
(What`s friendship? The hangover`s languid burn...)
Aleksandr Púshkin (español)
- La Amistad, Kseniya Tokareva
(¿Qué es de amistad? Ligero fervor de la resaca...)
«Dear, I ventured out of the house late this evening, merely / for a breath of fresh air from the ocean not far away. / The sun was smoldering low like a Chinese fan in a gallery / and a cloud reared up its huge lid like a Steinway. A quarter century back you craved curry and dates from Sen...»
«Falling snow leaves the world outnumbered. / At such times, the Pinkertons lose their mind, / and you catch yourself wherever you’ve wandered / by the prints that you've left behind. / Don’t expect a reward, this will not get you far; / the precinct’s din is reduced to naught. / ...»
«La neige tombe, laissant le monde diminué. / Ce temps est le festin du détective. / En toute chose, donc, en toutes nuée, / on se retrouve comme une épreuve hâtive. / Ce genre de découverte n’appelle aucun prix — / un silence concernant quiconque… / Tant de lumière, au soir,...»
«I was but what you’d brush / with your palm, what your leaning / brow would hunch to in evening’s / raven-black hush. I was but what your gaze / in that dark could distinguish: / a dim shape to begin with, / later — features, a face. It was you, on my right, / on my left, with ...»