«6. Let me not fall behind you! I am the — condemned, / You're — the guard. Our fate is one. / And one is the empty void / On the road destined for us. Oh, and I have a calm disposition! / Oh, and my eyes are clear! / Let me go, take me, guard, / On a stroll to that pine tree!»
«12. Two hands are. given to me — I extend both, / Do not hold only one, lips give names, / The eyes — cannot not see, high eyebrows above them / I gently marvel at love and — gently — dislike. That bell of the Kremlin rings heavy, / Non-stop walking goes to the chest, — / Th...»
«After a sleepless night weakens the body, / It becomes dear but not one's own — no one's, / In slow veins rage arrows / And one smiles to people, like a seraphim. A sleepless night weakens one's hands, / They become profoundly indifferent to enemy and friend. / A rainbow in every random...»
«At night all rooms are black / Every voice is dark. At night / All beauty of the earth's countries / Are the same — the innocent — the guilty. And each one talks to the other / At night, the beautiful and the thieves. / Past his house I steal — / Not that it really looks like you...»