«I do not count mortal days / Under the roof of a chilled empty building, / I'm reading the Apostles' words, / Words of Psalm-singer I am reading. / Sleet is fluffy, and stars turn blue, / And more marvelous is each meeting — / And in the Bible a leaf / On the Song of Songs is sitting»
«Black road wove ahead of me, / Drizzling rain fell, / To accompany me / Someone asked for a spell. / I agreed, but I forgot / To see him in light of day, / And then it was strange / To remember the way. / Like incense of thousand censers / Flowed the fog / And the companion bo...»
«How I love, how I loved to stare / At the ironclad shores, / On the balcony, where forever / No foot stepped, not mine, not yours. / And in truth you are — a capital / For the mad and luminous us; / But when over Nieva sail / Those special, pure hours / And the winds of May fly ove...»
«Ancient city is as if dead, / Strange's my coming here. / Vladimir has raised a black cross / Over the river. / Noisy elm trees, noisy lindens / In the gardens dark, / Raised to God, the needle-bearing / Stars' bright diamond sparks. / Sacrificial and glorious / Way, I'm ending he...»