«I’m Hamlet now. Freezes blood, / When the perfidy waves laces, / While love is first — and lives in heart / For her — the one in times and spaces. Ophelia, my dear friend, / You got away by cold fierce, / And, Prince, I’m dying in my land, / With poisoned swords in fighting pie»
«I know, there’s my death. And you / Already does not spite me more, / You’ll condescend from clear blue / To end of my sad earthly dole. But love of yours is dark to me / And strange your passion’s declaration. / Can one’s heart find the names to be / The strange words’ and ca...»
«In the sea of high grass you'll be sunk with your head, / In the house — with peace come along… / She'll embrace with her arms, veil around with her plait. / "Hi, my prince", she will say, slim and strong. She will tell you again, "Here are charms of the rose, / Here the dodder was wavi...»
«There was only one flower there, / Aromatic and unraveled... / Zhukovsky I prefer the gorgeous freedom, / And I fly to lands of grace, / Where in wide and clear meadows / All is good, as dreams, and blest. / Here they rice: the clover clear, / And corn-flower's gentle lace, / And th...»