«Come, Russia, proud wings plying, / А different order found! / А different steppe is rising / Where different names resound. See him in your blue valleys / Among the cows and calves / In golden homespun walking — / Your Alexei Koltsov. А crust of bread he's holding, / Like cherr...»
«Waken me early tomorrow, / Dear mother, patient and kind! / I'll go past the boundary barrow / To welcome а friend of mine. In the forest today I noticed / Weel-tracks where а cart h ad rolled. / The breeze below dark cloud blowing / Is ruffling the arch of gold. It will race by tomo...»
«Cleared the cornfield, bare the boughs are, / From still waters mist is rolling, / Like а wheel beyond the mountains / Has the silent sun gone bowling. Dozing is the cart track yonder. / In а daydream it is thinking / One won't have to wait much longer / For the coming of grey winter....»
«Through virgin snow I roam, / Fresh lilies fill my heart. / The dusk, to guide me home, / Has lit а candle-star. Light? Dark? I cannot say. / Was that the breeze? А cock? / Has winter come? Or maybe / Swans in the meadows flock? How smooth the snow, how white! / Frost tingling warm...»