«4 The day will come — a sad day, they say! / They'll finish ruling, finish crying, burn away — / Chilled with the others' nickels all the same — / My eyes, moveable like the flame. / And — like a double as his double he does sense — / The likeness will appear through light face...»
«5 Above the city Peter cursed to hell / Rolled the delirious thunder of the bells. Turned over thundering the high tide of the sea / Above the woman that was rebuked by thee. To Peter and to you, O Tsar, praise be! / But bells are higher still than both of ye. While they are ringing still...»
«6 The rain of bells drizzles above / The blue of near-Moscow groves. / Blind men wander the Kaluga road — Beautiful — Kaluga — song, and the same / Washes and washes the names / Of peaceful wanderers, in darkness of ones praising God. And I think at these times: Someday I / Of y...»
«7 Seven hills — just like seven bells! / Belltowers on the seven bells. / Sixteen hundred of them, to count them all. / Full of bells are these Moscow's seven hills! In the ringing, fine-gold day of John / The Baptist was born. House like gingerbread, / And around a hedge, and around a...»