Bulat Okudzhava

The musician, by Alec Vagapov
To I. Schvarts The musician played the violin, and I looked into his eyes. / It was not that I was curious, I was flying in the skies. Not because...
Violinist played his music; I was looking in his eyes..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants
Violinist played his music; I was looking in his eyes. / Not that I was being curious — I traveled in the skies. / Not that I was so attracted, I ...

«Student. 3. Evening sun is kinder than...»
Marina Tsvetaeva

«3 Evening sun is kinder than / Sun at noon. / Screams fanatically, not warms / Sun at noon. Meeker, more aloof is the sun / At night. Wise, / It does not want to beat / In our eyes. Stirring with its simplicity / Made for kings, / Dearer is evening sun / To one who sings. * * ...»
«Student. 4. The wooden load...»
Marina Tsvetaeva

«4 The wooden load / Below waves fell. / Two eternal ones quietly / Ascended the hill. Tightly — shoulder to shoulder — / They stand, don't talk. / Two breaths are walking / Under one cloak. The leader of yesterday's and / Today's sleeping wars / Silently stand by / The dou...»
«Student. 5. We were like ancient ones, the hour...»
Marina Tsvetaeva

«5 We were like ancient ones, the hour / Was wonderful and full. / We side by side ascended up / The hill, I do recall. The speech of the cascading streams / Has wound fancily / With cloak, falling on the shoulders / In a wave gracefully. The final gold of the heights / Is higher, hi...»
«Student. 6. All magnificence of...»
Marina Tsvetaeva

«6 All magnificence of / Pipes — is but murmur of / Grass — before you. All magnificence of / Storms — is but chatter of / Birds — before you. All magnificence of / Wings — is but patter of / Eyelids — before you.»