At Tsarskoye Selo, by A. S. Kline I.
Horses along the ride, /
Long waves of combed manes. /
O enchanting town of enigmas, /
I’m sad. I’m in love with you.
Strange to recall sou...
In Tsarskoe Selo, by Andrey Kneller I
Down the alley, the horses are led, /
Their long wavy manes - all combed out, /
A place full of riddles, how I lament, /
Having fallen in lov...
Pushkin, by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward III
A swarthy youth rambled /
by the forelorn lakeshore. /
A century passes, and we hear /
his crackle on the path.
Pine needles, thick, tho...
in lithuanian
Ana Achmatova (lietuvių)
Ten mano marmuro biciulis..., Alena Stasiukienė II
…Ten mano marmuro biciulis /
Po senu klevu griuves gulis...
Jis ziuri ezere atvAizda /
Ir medziu klausos uzimo.
Ir jo suskepusiаjа zaizda / ...
