Marina Tsvetaïeva (français)
- Dans la brume un monde s’élance — nomade..., Henri Abril
Marina Cvetaeva (italiano)
- Un mondiale nomadismo e` cominciato nel buio..., Pietro Antonio Zveteremich
«My fields, my wave-like, foaming fields! / With autumn spinach, brown as if of bricks, / And lettuce, clover, heather and daisy. / How much the eyes can hear and ears can see! I walk along the side of the river. / The wildflowers shine like sapphire / Leaning beneath the wheats golden fra...»
«Youre in no way like other women at all: / You have laughter controlled and expressive, / You wear dresses measured and fashionably long / And you slip out from my embraces. You do not cut your hair to look upscale, / Deepen brows or wear make up, / You have Smirnoff, but also a nightinga...»
«My dear Felissochka! My most exquisite! / I give you "Minstrel" and all my dreams. / You are beloved by all thats delicate, / My sweet Felissa — My violin! May to the crude one you be an egotist — / I care not: You are most loved by me! / My most talented! My sweet Felissochka! / My...»
«In violet and purple bloomed the lilac, / The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale. / We headed toward it on a tortuous trail / Across an ancient fur and furrowed park. Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills — / Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts / Weave from the gentle smel...»