«7 On the hills — round and tan, / Under the ray — dusty and strong, / With a boot — meek and mild — / After the cloak - reddened and torn. On the sands — greedy and rusty, / Under ray — burning and drinking, / With a boot — meek and mild — / After the cloak — wi...»
«1 His dove to be, like an eagle! / More than a mother to be, Marina! / A messenger — a guard — a courier — A flag-bearer — flatterer of the court! / With a seraph and dog to guard / A sleep restless and full of fear. Taking a pack of sallow cards for a game, / Legs in stirrup!...»
«2 Three usurpers' wife, / Daughter of arrogant Mnishka, / You did not birth a son / To your proud one. In bare-headed sleep / In resounding window flight / You did not wave your hand / To your proud one. On the square full of fate / From spits and smacks on ear / You did not cover...»
«3 Heart, betrayal! / But never parting! / And the tan arm of the thief / To the white lips. Short concussion of bones on the plates. / Gregory! Dimitry! / Tsar-killers! Blood and fluff! / And — on the spears / With the second jump!»