«Upon the swan pond maple leaves / Are fully gathered already, / And bloodied are the branches dark / Of slowly blooming quicken-tree. Blindingly elegant is she, / Crossing her legs that don't feel cold / Upon the northern stone sits she / And calmly looks upon the road. I felt the gl...»
«In the sleep to me is given / Our last eden of stars up high / City of clean water towers, / Golden Bakchisarai There behind a colored fencing / By the pensive water stalled / Gardens of the Tsar's Village / With rejoicing we recalled. And the eagles of Catherine / Suddenly recognize...»
«I have visions of hilly Pavlovsk, / Meadow circular, water dead, / With most heavy and most shady, / All of this I will never forget. / / In the cast-iron gates you will enter, / Blissful tremor the flesh does rile, / You don't live, but you're screaming and ranting / Or you live in...»
«Immortelle's dry and pink. On the fresh heaven / The clouds are roughly pasted, almost dark. / The leaves of only oak within the park / Are still remaining colorless and thin. The rays of dusk until midnight are burning. / How nice it is inside my cramped abode! / Today with me converse m...»