«S. B. f-Shtein There is such love that’s similar to smoke: / If it is bound — it’s intoxicating, / Receiving freedom — vanished, not awaiting… / Be like the smoke — but in young years locked. There is such love that’s similar to shade: / If it is day — lay by your feet ...»
«You're again with me, my girlfriend autumn? / But through your net of the boughs bared, / Bluish tints were ne’er such pale and frozen, / And I don’t recall the snow more dead. I’ve not seen some sadder than your rabble, / And such black as all your lakes and streams, / In your skie...»
«But I tell you that there are not / The years, that I for empty hold, / The ways, without a goal set, / The messages that nothing had. / There’re not the worlds, I ever lost, / The gifts, I gave without good thoughts, / There’s not a love that’s a mistake, / That is deceived, tha...»
«Don’t even try your looking back / At this gloom dark, at this gloom ice; / There someone waits on your feet’s track, / You can’t stop answering his eyes. / Today I looked back and… at once / I see: he looks at me, my friend, / With his alive eyes from the ice — / My single o...»