«Land of mine in dire neglect, / Country run to waste, / Fields of hay unmown as yet, / Monastery, estate. Every cottage is askew, / Five there are in all. / In the setting sun their roofs / Foam as shadows fall. Under shirt-thatch coverings / Roof-ribs соте to view, / Wind-blow...»
«Black-earth allotment that savours of sweat, / Can I deny you my love, my caress? Away to the lake by the blue path I'll go, / My heart with the blessing of evening aglow. The rough brushwood shelters in meadows are grey, / Conducive to slumber the reeds softly sway. With blood а red bonfi...»
«Swamps and marshland sodden, / Heaven а cloth of blue, / Pinewoods that are throbbing / With а golden hue. Tomtits through the foliage / Flit with other birds, / Of the calls of mowers / Dream the shady firs. Creaking through the meadow / Goes а country cart — / Wooden wheels ...»
«1 In deep ruts the village is floundering, / Poor homes huddle under the trees. / From dips and on high ground all round you / The blue vault of heaven is seen. At dusk in the long winter twilight / Wolves fearsomely howl in bare fields / And horses are snorting in farmyards / Where fr...»