«How often we do cry — so we and I — / For the miserable, poor our life! / Oh, how you'd foreseen the future dark, / The coldness of days, friends mine! Now you are pressing hands of dear girl, / And play with her, and joke her, / But cry, when you are marking once / The lie from...»
«Shout for joy! There is no Tsar. / Shout for joy! There is no Russia. / Shout for joy! For God is dead. All there is, is icy star, / All there is, is dawning’s yellow, / As the years in millions thread. Shout for joy! There is no one, / Shout for joy! There’s nothing spun, / It’s...»
«Out on horseback in the stillness. / Hooves resounding in the snow. / Only crows in dusty shrillness / Cackled in the meadow’s glow. Held by unseen fable’s rapture, / Forest slept beneath the drifts. / There in kerchief’s frozen capture / Pine displayed her snowy shifts. Crone-li...»
«Don’t distort your smile, away with teasing hands — / For I love another — off with your demands. Tell the truth, you know it — know it very well — / My regard’s not yours — another’s cast her spell. Passer-by I was. My heart’s not really here — / Only loitered then th...»