«When, with a firm but tired hand, / In the dreariest of capitals, / On the page of white I penned / My rejection, unretractable, And the damp wind from afar / Through the window, streamed inside, / It appeared, the sky was charred / With a smoky-crimson light. I didn’t gaze at the Ne...»
«N. V .N. The maple leaves already crash / Onto the swan pond as they wane, / And bushes of the mountain ash, / Mature exquisitely, blood-stained, And lavishly slender, she, alone, / Tucked legs indifferent to the chill, / Sits tall atop the northern stone, / Observing roads beyond the ...»
«The visions of Pavlovsk abound, / Lifeless water and meadows that spread / Through its shady and languishing grounds, / Which I’m certain to never forget. Past the cast-iron gates opened wide, / With a blissful shiver caressed, / One’s not living, — one raves in delight, / Or if l...»
«In drowsiness, once more astounded, / Our starry heaven I behold — / The city of the purest fountains, / Bakhchisarai of shinning gold. There, past the fence, and down below, / Along the water, we recalled / The fields of Tsarskoye Selo, / As we sat, blissfully enthralled, There we d...»