«If light is felled — I am able to see nothing, / If a man is a beast — I hate him and scorn, / If he’s worse than beasts — I kill him, laughing, / If my Russia is over — I die and I mourn.»
«My world is like a chamber, narrow, — / It’s very low, very small. / In four its corners sit four fellows — / Four spiders, diligent in all. They are all fat, adroit, and dirty, / And always spin and spin the web... / And it is awful — their portly, / Monotonous and even step...»
«1. No, I didn’t lost the beauty, but in whole, / I’m put to shame to see it by my eyes, / By eyes of men — else more, for my soul / Will not agree with their offensive prize. And so I live, hiding my heart, divine, / Into the breast of a low, nasty rebel... / D’ you s...»
«We make our way in somber silence. / The empty dark, the row night. / And suddenly — with singing summons — / Automobile arrives in sight. While shone with facets of his glasses / And a black varnish of side screens, / ‘He’ stretches in the nightly darkness, / Like Angel, two ...»