The same voice and gaze aglow,
That same flaxen hair.
As it was a year ago.
Light-rays streaming through the air
Colors on white walls bestow…
Fragrances of lilies flow
And the simple words you share.
Тот же голос, тот же взгляд,
Те же волосы льняные.
Всё как год тому назад.
Сквозь стекло лучи дневные
Известь белых стен пестрят…
Свежих лилий аромат
И слова твои простые.
«I do not want to live my life, like all, / Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel, / Walking around in circles, being slaves, / Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves. I want to live uplifted like an eagle; / I want to live conceited like a Creole; / Smashing, threatening barriers, slid...»
«You are ready from gloom to suicide, / Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth. / Wait a while — and the spring will come to your side / After just three more snowy months. Nightingales of the cherry will whistle, / Full of nightingales cherry will stand. / May go past you the shot from th...»
«In these miniature Russian colonies / Those who are hiding from lawlessness / Their sinful bodies and souls, / Interests are so pitiful / Feelings vicious and hypocritical: / They seek only food and warmth. They all eat — it is only appropriate, / And the warmth in our time is import...»
«O you the ancient rhymes and rhythms, / Seized on by many poets, / The banal, cheap, and puny ones, / Cliches overcooked and boiled! / You sound with the guitar strings, / With rhythms and rhyme impoverished, / Than all new things more beautiful / To my simplistic soul! You were under...»