«Rude men are good in laughing, / Tender ones in grief are smart. / Only I do need nothing, / Nobody 's in my heart. Yet, for stray dogs, I feel a pity, / With myself just a bit concern. / My curved road through this city / Brought me straight in this tavern. Here, for acute spir...»
«Take it easy and do not swear! / Why my words in streets should I vend? / And the red head, which I still bear, / Grew so heavy, my neck is bent. And I never had love for city, / And with village I broke a bond. / I'll give `up all without a pity, / Grow a beard, become a...»
«If from the garden, this stupid maple / Spreading his branches would fly away! / Oh, if he could behave this way, / Oh, if he only would be able! / But he 's just thickening every week, / And all is leaving, but not leaving. / What is the point to be so weak / And stay whole...»
«You lost your Russia. 'Tis the end. / Did you oppose an element / Of bliss to one of evil and dark? / No? Then shut up! Missing the mark, / Your fate has sent you to a land / Cold, not affectionate, foreign, and / Your moans and sighs there in vain. / Russia 's not free. One...»