«Did you love anything in this wide universe?»
«Weil, of course I did! Why do you make such a jest?»,
«What?» «O, wait, let me think! There were perfume and flowers,
Also mirrors... and... I have forgotten the rest.»
— В этом мире любила ли что-нибудь ты?..
— Ты должно быть смеешься! Конечно любила.
— Что? — Постой. Дай подумать! Духи, и цветы,
И еще зеркала… Остальное забыла.
«Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's — so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the cords. H...»
«I was given a body – what to do with it now, / One so unique and my own somehow? For this quiet joy, to breathe and to be, / Whom should I thank, somebody tell me? I’m the gardener, I’m the flower as well, / I’m not alone in world’s dungeon cell. On the glass of eternity, I’ve a...»
«Listen! / if the stars are lit, / then someone must need them, of course? / then someone must want them to be there, / calling those droplets of spittle pearls? And wheezing, / in the blizzards of midday dust, / he rushes to God, / fearing he’s out of time / and sobbing, / he ki...»
«Blizzards were blowing everywhere / Throughout the land. / A candle burned upon the table, / A candle burned. As midgets in the summer fly / Towards a flame, / The snowflakes from the yard swarmed to / The window pane. And, on the glass, bright snowy rings / And arrows formed....»