«The icon candle flickers, small, / the half-dark nursery is horribly quiet. / The frightened child / hides in the pink lace bed. What's that? The house spirit coughing? / He lives there, he's little, he's bald... / Agh! A vicious rat creeps slowly / from behind the wardrobe. It waves i...»
«At evening times above the restaurants / The sultry air’s harsh and stale. / The spirit of the spring-time pestilence / Reigns over drunken muffled wails. And further up in dusty alley ways, / Beyond the summer cottage sloth, / A baker’s shop sign glistens gaudily, / And chi...»
«A night, a street, a lamp, a drugstore, / A meaningless and dismal light. / A quarter century outpours — / It’s all the same. No chance of flight. You’d die and rise anew, begotten. / All would repeat as ever might: / The street, the icy rippled water, / The store, the lamp, the ...»
«How can You view the Neva like that, / How dare You scale the bridges just so? / People think I’m remarkably sad / Since your vision could not let me go. / Razor sharp wings of black angels flew, / Judgement Day is approaching soon, / And bonfires of raspberry hue, / In the snow like...»