«The old man shuffles to the fish market / To buy half a pound of perch. / A mimosa glitters with drops of rain. / The river’s smooth surface gleams. O, these provincial lodgings. / Local voices. The barking of dogs. / Life here consists of food and drink. / A bed. A roof. Tobacco. Vi...»
«You were given an incomprehensible name. / Yon are oblivion. / Or, more accurately, potassium cyanide Is your name. / Georgy Adamovich Oh, how fastidious you once were, / My friends. / You did not drink vodka, could not abide it. / You preferred Nuit St. Georges. Now our daily bread is...»
«In Petersburg m shall meet again / As if we had buried the sun there. / O. Mandelshtam A quarter century of exile has passed / And it has become absurd to hope / The radiant sky over Nice / Has become our native sky for ever. The peaceful, abundant South, / The murmur of waves, the gol...»
«Should I tell of all the absolute fools. / Who hold the fate of mankind in their hands? Should I tell of all the scoundrels who / Depart into history crowned with wreaths? Should I — hell! / Under the bridges of Paris it s quiet / And why should I c...»