«“While you were traveling the usual path, he seeks / The snows of unattainable peaks." / — Mirra Lokhvitskaya1 Mirra Lokhvitskaia’s ashes are now entombed, / Her cross exchanged for a mausoleum, / But her ecstatic parade of trees / Remains magnificent, as before. When sick Fofanov2...»
«“Everything’s the same old way,” she said tenderly: / “The same old way.” / But I gazed hopelessly into her eyes, / The same old way. Smiling, she kissed me softly / ...»
«The forests grow pink and lacy in the dawn, / A spider sneaks slowly up his web, The dewdrop wears a diamond gleam, / What air! What light! What beauty in all things! It’s fun to walk the morning through oat fields, / To spy a bird, a frog, or wasp, To hear a sleepy cockerel scream / Wi...»
«She rose upon her toes / And gave her lips to me. / I kissed her wearily / In the silent autumn dampness. And tears fell without a sound / In the silent autumn / The boring day died down — and it was boring, / Like everything that happens outside dreams.»