Boris Slutsky
- Horses in the ocean, by Irina Zheleznova
- Horses in the Ocean, by George Reavey
- Horses in the ocean, by Robin Kallsen
Boris Sluzki (deutsch)
- Pferde im Ozean, Boris Brainin
Boris Sluckij (italiano)
- Cavalli nell’oceano, Alessandro Niero
«Your work that my inward sight still comes, / Fruit of your graced labours: / The gold of always-autumnal limes, / The blue of today-created water — Simply to think of it, the faintest drowse / Already has led me into your parks / Where, fearful of everything turning, I lose / Conscio...»
«I drink to our demolished house, / To all this wickedness, / To you, our loneliness together, / I raise my glass — And to the dead-cold eyes, / The lie that has betrayed us, / The coarse, brutal world, the fact / That God has not saved us.»
«Dust smells of a sun-ray, / Girls’ breaths, — violets hold, / Freedom clings to the wild honey, / But there’s no smell to gold. The mignonette smells of water, / Apple-tang clings to love, / But we were always taught that / Blood smells only of blood. So it was no use the governo...»
«Some gaze into tender faces, / Others drink until morning light, / But all night I hold conversations / With my conscience who is always right. I say to her: "You know how tired I am, / Bearing your heavy burden, many years." / But for her, there is no such thing as time, / And for her,...»