«I don’t like flowers – they remind of / The funerals and weddings, festive balls, / And fancy dining tables above all… / . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / Only the timeless roses – charming, light, / Which brought me joy since childhood, somehow / Remain...»
«My night — I think of you obsessively, / My day — indifferent: let it be! / I turned and smiled at my destiny / That brought me only misery. The fumes of yesterday are dire, / The flames that burn me will not die, / It seems to me, this blazing fire / Will not become a sunlit sky. ...»
«Either I remained with you, / Or you came with me, my angel! / But our fears did not come true, / We avoided separation. / It’s not your sigh of deep despair, / Or your complex accusations, / But your clear and peaceful stare / That fills my soul with trepidation.»
«In my room, there is a serpent, / Slow and gorgeous to behold… / She is calm and introverted / Much like I, and just as cold. As I’m writing in the evening, / She is sitting by my side, / Her indifferent eyes won’t leave me, / Shining emerald in the night. In the dark, I sob and ...»