«2 She stands, throwing back the throat, / And bit the mouth in blood. / And set the hand against bosom — / The left one - where there is love. "On your knees!" — "What to you / Are my knees that I should bend, / Abbot?" With these words / Her last night Carmen did end.»
«The first day I recall, ferocity of childhood, / Exhaustion and the darkness of the gulp divine, / The carelessness of arms, the heartlessness of heart, / That fell onto the chest, like hawk, like stone. And now — this time — trembling from heat and pity, / One: to howl like wolf, one:...»
«Night. North-East. The soldiers cry. Waves roar. / They bombed a wine warehouse. Along the walls, / Through ditches, runs a precious torrent / And in it dances bloody moon. The trunks of the poplars are mad. / Mad also in the night, birds sing. / Empty, yesterday's monument to the tsar, /...»
«Strong and wealthy have a hard time, / It is hard to all the lords. / I won't lower the light eyes / A red soldier before. City's moaning and carousing, / Moon in cloud made of wine. / Not a living soul will touch me: / Poor and arrogant am I.»