Gennady Shpalikov
- I will grow out reaching you..., by Konstantin Yakovlev
- I will return as grass in spring..., by Natasha Gotskaya
«Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder! / But you, my friend, are still in slumber — / Wake up, my beauty, time belies: / You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden / Toward the northerly Aurora, / As though a northern star arise! Recall last night, the snow was whirling, / Across the skyl...»
«The hills of Georgia greet the gloomy night / And the Aragva roars beneath me. / I feel so sad and free; my sorrow's bright; / It's overfilled with you, believe me, / With you, and only you... My melancholy / Is undisturbed and peaceful today, / My heart now burns anew and loves in folly...»
«Poet, though people praise you, don’t feel proud. / A minute later, people’s praise can disappear. / Hearing the verdict of a fool and laughing crowds, / You must remain unmoved, and calm and clear. You are a czar: live on your own. Wander about / Wherever boundless musings guide your w...»
«From the elation of the years that faded, / As though from drinking, I feel wearied, jaded. / But still, the sorrow of lost years — like wine, / Grows only stronger in my soul with time. / My road is gloomy. Only work and sorrow / Are promised by the raging seas of morrow. But, o my fri...»