«O you snowsleighs! Galloping horses! / By a devil were you devised. / As over the steppe you go coursing. / The sleigh bell laughs till it cries. No barking of dogs, no moon showing, / For miles around waste lands unfold. / My wild crazy life, keep on going, / I’m not irretrievably ol...»
«Whirlwinds of thick snow are riving and splitting, / A chill moon illumines the landscape below. / Once more I see native fields, through the blizzard / I see in the window a light is aglow. We are all vagrants, our needs aren’t extravagant. / What fell to me is my verses’ refrain. / ...»
«Shroud of blue vapours. Snowy expanses. / Moonbeams that gleam with a lemon-pale glow. / Soothed is the heart, although pain lightly stabs it. / Recalling what happened in years long ago. The snow by the porch like shifting sand is. / Yellow, like this, I recall, the moon shone / When in ...»
«Deep blue dusk and moonlight. Once / I was handsome, I was young. Headlong, now or never — how fast / All flew ... flew away ... flew past. Chill my heart is, pale my sight... / Deep blue happiness! Moonlit night!»