«Thank you for everything. For the war, / For the revolution and exile. / For the indifferent bright country / Where we now ‘drag out our existence’. / There is no sweeter destiny than to lose everything. / There is no happier fate than to become a vagabond. / And you’ve never been ...»
«Is the lithe gypsy really also fated to experience / All Dante’s torments? / O. M. This is how I see your face and glance. / B. P. O, Muse of Weeping… / M. Ts. Komarovo Sketches ...And here I renounced everything, / All earthly blessings. / The forest tree stump became / The sp...»
«Under an electric lamp / With a hysterical smile / and head in the pillow. A bird brought down by a gunshot, / No, this is only a dream, / A bad dream… Casino and Nice / And starry firmament. / And yet she is proud / of her riches and herself / And her bitter destiny, / She is ...»
«I went to bliss. The footpath gleamed / The ruby tint of evening dew, / And ebbing in my spirit streamed / The distant song of dawn anew. The song of dawn, as sunset strove / To fade away. The heavens glowed, / And through the welkin’s seas above / The flames of evening purple flowed....»