«3 Liquid ringing, meager ringing. / To all sides I'm curtsying. Cry of infant, cow's roar. / The tsar's daring word. Lashes' whistling, snow full of blood. / The dark word of Love. The pigeons' quiet noise. / The Shooter's black eyes.»
«In vain, Cavalier de Grie, / Do you dream of the full of beauty, / Autocratic - her self not ruling — / And voluptuous Manon. From your rooms we are succeeding / In a flock tired and willing. / They recall us not past the evening. / Be obedient — such is the law. We are coming in ...»
«Going to war, the word "Marina" / Within your cutlass you did draft. / In your magnificent existence / I was your first one and your last. A night and pre-dawn I remember / In hell of the soldiers' rail car. / In chest I keep the shoulder pieces / And in the wind I rush my hair.»
«1 White army, your way's a high one: / Temple and chest — to the black gun. White and divine is your cause: / Your white body — into the sand. Not a flock of swans in the sky: / The sacred white army / Melts, melts with white sight.. The last dream of the old world: / Youth — V...»