O, pitiful exertions of usurpers!
Like sleep, like snow, like death, to all — a shrine.
A ban on Kremlin! There's no ban on wings, and
Therefore — there is no ban upon Kremlin.
...О, самозванцев жалкие усилья!
Как сон, как снег, как смерть — святыни — всем.
Запрет на Кремль? Запрета нет на крылья!
И потому — запрета нет на Кремль!
«Somewhere, without complications, / There’s a world that’s warm and clear... / Across the fence, two, with elation, / Converse and just the bees can hear / The tenderest of conversations. But we live life that’s grand and tough, / And keep the rites of bitter meetings, / When sudd...»
«I don’t think of you often at all / I’m not interested much in your fate, / But the imprint you left on my soul / On our trivial meeting won’t fade. I avoid your red house by design, / Your red house overlooking the water, / But I know I disturb every time / Your sun-pierced peace...»
«These squares are so spacious and wide, / These resonant bridges — so steep! / Above us, the cover of night / Is starless, tranquil and deep. Like mortals, we walk, hand in hand, / On snow that has only begun. / What wonder it is that we’ll spend / This pre-parting hour as one? My ...»
«To O. A. Kuzmina-Karavaeva “If we reach the shore, we’re spared, / My beloved!” — “Silence, please…” / We began to descend down the stairs, / Breathless, and searching for keys. Leaving buildings behind in the night, / Where we used to drink wine and dance, / Past the Senat...»