«We weep, how often, I and you, / Over our lives’ poor pitiful ways, — / But if, my friends, we only knew / The cold and gloom of coming days! To-day your darling’s hand you press, / You played with her and smiled; / You weep to find untruthfulness, / Or in your hands a knife cares...»
«You say I am frozen, and dry, and apart, — / Yes, so long as with you I shall wait. / It was not for kind words that I hammered my heart, / Not for friendship I struggled with fate. You yourself were more sombre, more brave, in time back; / In the stars you could read well and mark / Th...»
«Russia, my life! are we tied to one fate for us? / Tsar! yes, Siberia! Ermak I and jail! / Does no repentance, no parting await for us? / To my free soul can your darkness avail? What do you know? Faith in God were you treasuring? / What do you wait for your singing to say? / Chud has don...»
«— Stonecutter, stonecutter, aproned in white, / What are you building? for whom? / — Hey, do not trouble us. We must build right. / From this a prison will come. — Stonecutter, stonecutter, levelling true, / What man inside it will grieve? / — Neither your brother, O rich man, nor...»