«You won't leave me! You're the warden. / I'm the convict. We're chained in our lives. / And for both, one expulsion order / To hollowed emptiness applies. / / And my temper is peaceful and passive! / And my vision is clear and fine! / Let me walk off, escort, I ask you, / To take a ...»
«You are no laggard! I — the convict, / You — the guard. A single fate. / We move into the singular void / And pay an equal roadside toll. / / And yet my conscience is at ease! / And yet my eyes can clearly see! / Release me, guard, a moment please — / Play truant with that lo...»
«I'm a convict and you're my guard. / So do not lag behind, my friend. / We must share this gloomy and hard / Boring path to its very end. / / And my temper, 'tis so tranquil, / And my eyes, they're so clear / That you fellow surely will / Let me walk to this pine-tree, right here.»
«Children — are staring of eyes so frightful, / Mischievous legs on a wooden floor, / Children — is sun in the gloomy motives, / Hypotheses' of happy sciences world. Eternal disorder in the ring's gold, / Tender word's whispers in semi-sleep, / On the wall in a cozy child's room, the ...»