«You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations / Are as the sands upon the sounding shore. / We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians! / Try to wage war with us — you'll try no more! You've had whole centuries. We — a single hour. / Like serfs obedient to their feudal lord, / W...»
«“Pan-Mongolism — though the word is strange, / My ear acclaims its gongs.” / — Vladimir Solovyov. You are the millions, we are multitude / And multitude and multitude. / Come, fight! Yea, we are Scythians, / Yea, Asians, a squint-eyed, greedy brood. / / For you: the centu...»
«A soldier came back home one day / acounting all he’d won: / “We’re sure to eat our fill tonight — / us and the little ones! “There’s seven grand! A real day’s haul! / I’ve had some luck I’d say! / Into the daily salt I mixed / some fine ground glass today.” “Dear...»
«To Ilya Ehrenburg Horses know how to swim, / But not so well. Not too far. In Russian, "Gloria" means "Slava." / That you can easily remember. The ship sailed on, proud of its name. / The ocean tried to get the better of it. In the hold, shaking their good heads, / A thousand horses tram...»