Bulat Okudzhava
- A wish to friends, by Evgenia Sarkisyants
(Let us acclaim, applause, and sing each other praises...) - Let`s shout and rejoice, admire one another..., by Alec Vagapov
«The green reflection in the glass door. / Automobiles hum below. / I don't think about my homeland. / Why should I? They killed her. You, of course, will reproach me / For this, for not thinking. / But I only wait for three days to pass: / She will be resurrected in new flesh.»
«Until death itself... Who would have thought? / (A sleigh at the doorstep, wind, snow) / I know, I know. But how could one think / That this is until death? Completely? Forever? Be silent, be silent, we don't need hope / (Evening, wind, snow, houses...)...»
«Your sad star / Was briefly my joy: / It sparkled and fell / To the earth, a dark stone. Your sad soul / Did not dare to love a smile, / And rushing from me, / It put on a black shroud. But I joined my fate / To yours forever, in one hope: / Wherever you are, I am with you, / And...»
«No, I will not be reconciled. / My curses are the truth. / I'll not forgive, I will not fall / Into embrace of iron. Like all who live I'll die, I'll kill, / Like all, destroy myself. / But I will never stain my soul / With justifying war. In my last hour, in murk and fire, / Let my ...»