Like someone deaf, blind and mute,
For whom, the only thing left
Is the sense of smell, I breathe in
Dampness, mold, inclement weather
And fleeting, transient smoke...
Как слепоглухонемая,
Которой остались на свете
Лишь запахи, я вдыхаю
Сырость, прелость, ненастье
И мимолетный дымок...
«He, who was born in stagnant year / Does not remember own way. / We, kids of Russia's years of fear, / Remember every night and day. Years that burned everything to ashes! / Do you bring madness or grace? / The war's and freedom's fire flashes / Left bloody light on every face. We are...»
«I’m Hamlet now. Freezes blood, / When the perfidy waves laces, / While love is first — and lives in heart / For her — the one in times and spaces. Ophelia, my dear friend, / You got away by cold fierce, / And, Prince, I’m dying in my land, / With poisoned swords in fighting pie»
«I know, there’s my death. And you / Already does not spite me more, / You’ll condescend from clear blue / To end of my sad earthly dole. But love of yours is dark to me / And strange your passion’s declaration. / Can one’s heart find the names to be / The strange words’ and ca...»
«In the sea of high grass you'll be sunk with your head, / In the house — with peace come along… / She'll embrace with her arms, veil around with her plait. / "Hi, my prince", she will say, slim and strong. She will tell you again, "Here are charms of the rose, / Here the dodder was wavi...»