«On the boundary of snow and melting. / Of movement and repose. / Of light-mindedness and of despair — / Is palpitation, virtigo. Blue night of solitude — / Life smashes itself to bits. / First name and patronymic vanish / And the surname runs like ink... Like stars, the prophecies ...»
«To T. G. Terentevaya Not so long ago, the world was complete — / Linden crees and paths in the ancient parks. / There Turgenev brooded . . . / The world was complete. / White columns, a study, a living room . . . / There Turgenev broo...»
«Night: a street, a streetlight; drugstore; / A meaningless dim luminance. / Go live tor twenty-five years more — / Nothing will change. There's no way out. You'll die, and start again, while all / Recurs, identically: the night, / The chill ripples on the canal. / The drugstore, the s...»
«Dear Vova / Hallo there / I don't lead a bad / "life", / But if you've not married yet / Then don't take a wife.»