A sweet-voiced bird's been caught.
They squeeze it in a vice-like grip.
The poor thing squeaks and warbles not
But they insist: «O, birdie, sing!»
Поймали птичку голосисту
И ну сжимать ее рукой.
Пищит бедняжка вместо свисту,
А ей твердят: «Пой, птичка, пой!»
«Children of the city, withered faded flowers, / I love you for the completion that a dream empowers. If only this forehead would smooth out from strain, / If only these eyes were not so sad and drained, If only these bodies were not starved and thin, / How much joyful enmity would have surge...»
«In memory of Pyotr Nesterov He ascended hence skyward, to airy blue heights, / Those skies seemed his natural home, / He defended our mother, our Russia beloved, / Protected her heavenly dome. And while flying alone our winged warrior spied / Three enemy ships out to kill. / Now imp...»
«When Love waters your buried root / With springs of tears, and bleak gloom, / Like Death's canopy, by a magic grove / Where Dante wandered surrounds the living trunk — You rise up with your proud heads, / O hymns, into the light, shining translucent over the crimson darkness / Of...»
«So be it once again — not a friend, o my beloved! / But a brother I will be to you / Forever in our dear / Nation's thought and fate. Because we both by Solovyov / Were mysteriously christened, / Because by a new betrothal / We are betrothed to Her, the Only One. The cloth has been...»