«I'm Hamlet. It makes curdle my blood, / When treachury is spinning webs, / And 'tis still living in my heart, / The first love, and the last, perhaps. You, my Ofelia, gleamed and / Has vanished in the freezing world, / And I, the prince, in th' fatherland, / Am dying stabbed b...»
«The golden grove is no longer laughing / And all birch trees stay silent, gray, and sad, / And flying by, the cranes care of nothing; / They go far and they do not regret. Regret? For whom? We all are pilgrims here: / Come, stay some time, and then forever leave. / Our names, o...»
«Ocean blue jersey and the eyes dark blue. / To my sweatheart, really, told I no truth. She asked, "If the blizzard whirling outside? / It's time to make the bed now and the fire to light. And I answered, "Darling, someone, from the hight, / Is sheding the white flowers to enjoy the s...»
«Rude men are good in laughing, / Tender ones in grief are smart. / Only I do need nothing, / Nobody 's in my heart. Yet, for stray dogs, I feel a pity, / With myself just a bit concern. / My curved road through this city / Brought me straight in this tavern. Here, for acute spir...»