«1 Be manly, my friends, in the fight do not tire. / The struggleТs unequal, the conflict is dire! / Silent above you — the stars in the sky. / Beneath you are graves. Just as silent they lie. Olympus leaves gods not a thing to desire. / Eternally carefree, from work they donТt tire. ...»
«I t is dusk now. With dew / The nettles are gleaming. / At the roadside I pause / Оп а willow leaning. Silver moonbeams here / On our roof are falling. / I n the distance I hear / А nightingale warЫing. Like а winter stove, all / Breathes warmth and gladness / And the birches...»
«Where the sunrise scarlet water / Sprinkles on the cabbage beds, / А young maple tree is sucking / At its mother's pale green breast.»
«Scarlet rays the rising sun weaves iпto the lake. / Woodcocks, wailing оп the boughs, pinewood echoes wake. There's а weeping oriole hidden iп а tree. / I аlопе doп't wish to weep — all is fiпe with me. Dowп the road at eveпtide you shall come, I know. / Iп the nearest rick ...»