«A small circus is amazing; / It’s for kids who are merry and bright; / There a girl and a boy're gazing / At the ladies, kings, and droll sprites. / ...And that terrible music cries over our lot, / Despondently howls the bow... / The scary sprite has captured a tiny tot, / With cranb...»
«A girl was singing in a church choir / Of the weary people on foreign soil, / Of all the ships that sailed aspired, / Of all, who have forgotten their joy. So sang her voice, to the cupola reaching, / White shoulders aglow in a dazzling ray, / And in the dark all were watching and harking...»
«The snowy spring is raging mad, / I look away from the saga; / O, dreadful hour, when she read / The palm extended by Tsouniga. Into his eyes she aimed her gaze, / There was mockery in her dark eyes, / The row of pearly teeth had blazed, / And I forgot all the days and midnights. The h...»
«She hailed from a very distant country, / Nocturnal child of ancient times; / She had no kin to greet her entry / Not even skies with a welcome shine. And just the Neva’s faithful sentry — / The sphinx with an indented face — / Under the blizzard, fierce and wintry / ‘s reminisc...»