«If from the garden, this stupid maple / Spreading his branches would fly away! / Oh, if he could behave this way, / Oh, if he only would be able! / But he 's just thickening every week, / And all is leaving, but not leaving. / What is the point to be so weak / And stay whole...»
«You lost your Russia. 'Tis the end. / Did you oppose an element / Of bliss to one of evil and dark? / No? Then shut up! Missing the mark, / Your fate has sent you to a land / Cold, not affectionate, foreign, and / Your moans and sighs there in vain. / Russia 's not free. One...»
«Bliss is in the sparkles red, / Inspirations, flying and bright, / In our dreams, subtle and light, / In your eyes, tired and sad. Woe 's no faith, but reason, / Not to trust, but just to know, / Prophets, subject to derision, / And the search of bliss is a woe.»
«There 's evil in good and vice versa, / But people are neither that nor this. / They all are right, and even more so, / Not worth a curse, not worth a bliss. There is no Sweden or Japan, / But only people are around / Who under pale and crippled Sun / Are crawling on the s...»