«Don’t you have the strange vision sometimes / (When a dark penetrates in a house) / Of another existence for us, / Where we live in the other life’s phases? There, a shade’s softly pressed to a shade, / And such wonderful minute there hovers, / Where as if, through the beams by eye...»
«Has time come? I’m fully ready. / If we’ve sinned — there’s no a chance… / We — to prisons, they — to gladness… / Give to children — sun and grass! When one’s child — the life’s thread’s thinner, / Days are shorter in that age… / Do not scold a little "sinn...»
«Just below my window / Stands a birch-tree white, / Under snow in winter / Gleaming silver bright. On the fluffy branches / Sparkling in a row / Dangle pretty tassels / Of the purest snow There the birch in silence / Slumbers all day long / And the snow gleams brightly / In the g...»
«I've quit my father's home / And left blue Russ. With three / Bright stars the birch-tree grove / Consoles my mother's grief. / / The moon has, like a frog, / Upon the pond appeared. / Like apple blossom, locks / Of grey fleck father's beard. / / I shall not soon come back! / ...»