«Let's head to village of the Tsar / Where drunken, swept by wind and free / Young men are smiling right at me / Riding on horseback high and far. / Let's head to village of the Tsar! Parks, castles, stables in a row / And on the trees are lumps of snow / And to the shouts — "be well, ...»
«All day long the autumn's dampened air / In confoundment and angst I have inhaled. / I would like a supper — and the stars are / In a blackened purse and gold and pale! And as with a yellow fog o'ergrown, / I descend into a tiny hole; / Nowhere such a restaurant have I known / Nor suc...»
«It's dawn, sirens are wailing, / Seven a.m. / You that appear like Verlen, / Wake up old man! Eyes childish, angling, / Green fire makes ash; / Upon the neck is hanging / A colored sash. He curses, mutters, mumbles / Words lost within; / He wants to make confession / But first to...»
«Foreigner sits in a stifling tavern / In the hour when all seems dead, / Leaving behind the dullard drunkards / I walk out and clear my head. Courage of the midnight women / And the crazy stars' cold might, / And a bum is begging money / For a room to spend the night. Who, please tell ...»