«Three shabby straps begin to flutter / Like in the golden years again, / And sticking in the slushy gutter / The motley spokes can hardly gain. / / Oh Russia, wretched Russia, dear, / Your houses, so grey and rough, / Your songs that blow, up in the air, / Appear as clear as tear...»
«High up, above the sleepy world, / The kite flies round drawing circles / And watching the deserted wold. / At home the mom her sunny suckles: / "Now take it, suck the breast, be good, / Grow, bear your cross of babyhood". / / The years fly over, full of drama, / With wars and vill...»
«Der schwere Traum des alltäglichen Seins / Wird abgeschüttelt, sehnsuchtsvoll und liebend. / Vl. Solov’ëv Ich hab Dich im Gefühl, die Jahre ziehen schnell – / Im einen Anblick kann ich gänzlich Dich erfühlen. Am Horizont ein Flammen, unerträglich hell. / Ich w...»
«He was born painlessly, in bless, / But we are born in awful torments, / Yet, even heavens will be stressed, / When heard the song that now floats. Not a sweet voice, but fierce cries / Will cut the womb, so dark and heavy: / The sightless embryo denies / His coffin-like ways for beha...»