A widow in black — the crying fall
Covers all hearts with a depressing cloud...
While her man's words are clearly recalled,
She will not stop her lamentations loud.
It will be so, until the snow puff
Will give a mercy to the pined and tired.
Forgetfulness of suffering and love —
Though paid by life — what more could be desired?
Заплаканная осень, как вдова
В одеждах черных, все сердца туманит.
Перебирая мужнины слова,
Она рыдать не перестанет.
И будет так, пока тишайший снег
Не сжалится над скорбной и усталой...
Забвенье боли и забвенье нег —
За это жизнь отдать не мало.
«A wave boils with its foam, freezing, / And dissipates — just only once, / A heart could not to live with treason. / No treason! Love is one for us! We may be angry, may be reasoned, / Or false — but heart did not decline / To black adultery, to treason: / Our soul is one — ou...»
«To V. Zlobin I roar — a dying lion... / D’ you see all this, my God! / Between machine’s teeth iron, / My flesh is being deformed. I’ll bear pains my own… / But would I — all, I feel? / All that in systems goes on, / Between the clogs of wheels?»
«In her despiteous and shameless wickedness / She is, as ashes, grey or grey as dust. / And I am perishing from just her nearness, / From bonds that solidly connected us. She is a coarse one, she is a prickly one, / She is a cold one — she is a snake. / With her repulsive scales she h...»
«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.»