Korney Chukovsky
- The no-water boy, by Miriam Morton
- Wash`em clean, by E. Felgenhauer
«Next to the river, this dark town — / My blissful crib at first, and then, / The marital bed where I lied down, / With garlands hanging overhead, / Your youthful seraphs up above, / A town loved with bitter love. The platform for my prayers, you / Were gloomy, quiet and austere. / M...»
«How dare you, on the Neva, gaze, / Advancing on these bridges calmly?.. / I’ve been saddened, in a daze, / Since your vision rose before me. / These black angels have sharp wings. / Final judgment’s drawing near. / And crimson flames, in fiery rings, / Rose-like, in the snow appear»
«The darkest days of the year / Must be lit up with splendor. / I can’t find the words to compare — / Your lips are so soft and gentle. But don’t raise your eyes in defiance, / Protect my life, my dear. / They’re brighter than first violets, / But deadly to me, I fear. I know, n...»
«Beneath this bare home’s frozen roof, / I do not count the deathly days, / I read Apostles’ texts for truth, / And Psalmists’ every single phrase. / But frost is downy, stars abound, / Such wondrous meetings come along, — / And from the Bible, sticking out, / A maple marks the ...»