Marina Tsvetaeva
- Beneath the plush plaid’s sweet caresses..., by Andrey Kneller
- Under a Velvet Throw, by Dina Belyayeva
(Remembering the last night vision...) - Under caresses of an ivy..., by Ilya Shambat
«The violin got all worked up, imploring / then suddenly burst into sobs, / so child-like / that the drum couldn’t stand it: / "All right, all right, all right!" / But then he got tired, / couldn’t wait till the violin ended, / slipped out on the burning Kuznetsky / and took fligh...»
«(Instead of a letter) Tobacco smoke eats the air away. / The room, — / a chapter from Kruchenykh’s Inferno. / Recall, — / by the window, / that day, / I caressed you ecstatically, with fervor. / Here you sit now, / with your heart in iron armor. / In a day, / you’ll scol...»
«In lieu of a letter The room’s a chapter of Kruchonykh’s Inferno. / Air / gnawed out by tobacco smoke. / Remember – / At the window, / For the first time, / Burning, / With tender frenzy your arms I’d stroke. Now you’re sitting there, / Heart in armour; / A day, / And...»
«Instead of a letter Tobacco smoke corroded the air. / The room — / is a chapter in Kruchenykh’s hell. / Remember — / this window, / Here / I stroked your hands in a frenzy. / Well, / Your heart encased in iron. / Reviling, / You’ll throw me out, perhaps, / one day. / ...»