«I knew her as far back / as those unbelievable years. / Tutchev With years you haven't changed, my fair: / You're charming, strict, as clear as day; / The only change is in your hair, / It"s sleek and with a flash of grey. / / Well, as for me, I'm sitting here, / Over my book...»
«I bless my lucky stars above, / A better fate I don't desire. / My heart, so much you you've been in love! / My mind, so oft you"ve been afire! / / Though happy times and grievous torments / Have left their bitter trace, all right, / Yet in the boredom, storm and torrents / ...»
«When you are on my way, / So live and so beautiful, / So tired and weary, / Talking sadly / And thinking of death, / You don't love anyone / And despise your beauty, — / Well, can I possibly hurt you? / / Oh no! I'm not an oppressor, / Nor an arrogant man nor a liar, / Thou...»
«I know your face so well, my fair, / It feels like you have lived with me. / At home, at parties, — everywhere / Your dainty look is what I see. / / Your footsteps follow me wherever / I go or happen to be in. / Somebody chases me as ever / Isn"t it you, — the one I mean? / ...»