Marina Tsvetaeva
- A path — into ether..., by Andrey Kneller
- Into the ether..., by Ilya Shambat
«A night, a street, a lamp, a drugstore, / A meaningless and dismal light. / A quarter century outpours — / It’s all the same. No chance of flight. You’d die and rise anew, begotten. / All would repeat as ever might: / The street, the icy rippled water, / The store, the lamp, the ...»
«How can You view the Neva like that, / How dare You scale the bridges just so? / People think I’m remarkably sad / Since your vision could not let me go. / Razor sharp wings of black angels flew, / Judgement Day is approaching soon, / And bonfires of raspberry hue, / In the snow like...»
«On his hand you may see many glittering rings, / Those are tender girls’ hearts, rightful trophies of flings. There a diamond exults and an opal daydreams, / And a beautiful ruby emits crimson whims. But on his pallid hand my gemstone will not shine, / None shall ever be granted this jewel...»
«The evening light is steeped in gold / And April chill is mild and tender. / You’re late by eons, unforetold, / I’m glad to welcome my attender. Sit close in a cozy nook, / Look on with cheerful expression: / Here’s my blue cover notebook / With childish rhyming indiscretions. Fo...»