A brief moment rules a smart,
A fool knows all from reading.
Smart and fool are always apart,
Smart is weight, and fool is clothing!
Умным правит краткий миг
глупый знает все из книг
Умный глупому не пара
Умный груз, а глупый тара.
«Wedding wreaths crown the mountains. / I’m ecstatic... I’m young. / And all over my mountains / Such a pure chill is hung. And behold — to my rock / Came a gray-haired hunchback, shuffling-stumbling. / And the gift that he brought / Was pineapples from an underground dungeon. O h...»
«Once there lived both he and I; / To be friends we had to die. Skeleton, he'd visit me... / Winters, summers... frequently. Simple heart and solid bone; / We strolled this graveyard alone. And with laughter he’d recall / That gay day: our funeral. How they bore box behind box... / Ho...»
«He believed in a golden radiance, / And he died from the arrows of the sun. / He measured centuries with his thinking, / But could not live his life — this one. Don’t laugh at the dead poet: / But come, bring him a wreath. / On the cross — winter, summer / There bangs my porcelai...»
«Enough: do not wait, do not hope. / Disperse, my poor people, my race! / O torturous years without hope, / Break up, disappear into space! Long centuries of serfdom and need. / O Motherland, allow me then / Tears for your expanses. I grieve / For your dark empty spaces again: — Down ...»