Horse — lame.
Sword — rusty.
Who — now?
Leader of crowds.
Step — hour,
Sigh — century,
Look — down.
All — there.
Foe. — Friend.
Thorn. — Laurel.
All — dream...
He. — Horse.
Horse — lame.
Sword — rusty.
Cloak — old.
Stature — straight.
Конь — хром,
Меч — ржав.
Кто — сей?
Вождь толп.
Шаг — час,
Вздох — век,
Взор — вниз.
Все — там.
Враг. — Друг.
Терн. — Лавр.
Всё — сон…
— Он. — Конь.
Конь — хром.
Меч — ржав.
Плащ — стар.
Стан — прям.
«Oh, and the day was cold, / In Peter’s wondrous city! / The sunset a crimson bonfire, / And slow shadows thickened. Let him not long for my eyes, / Prophetic and unchanging, / He will have a lifetime of verse, / The prayers of my proud lips.»
«For Nikolai Nedobrovo There’s a secret border in human closeness, / That love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass — / Though lips are sealed together in dreadful silence, / Though hearts break in two with love’s distress. And friendship too is powerless, and years / Of sublime f...»
«To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling, / Isn’t that, for us, like a painter losing the power of sight, / Or an actor, their voice and movement, / Or a lovely woman, her beauty? But don’t try to keep to yourself / This gift the heavens have granted: / We’re conde...»
«For Vasily Komarovsky Such strange words / That quiet April day brought me. / You knew it was still alive in me, / That dreadful week of passion. I heard no pealing of bells, / Floating in clear azure, / For seven days copper laughter chimed, / Silvery sorrow streamed. And I, veiling ...»