Nikolay Zabolotsky

• All That Was in the Soul, by James Schevill
  All of the shapes of the soul seemed somehow lost. / Sad and bored, I lay in the grass. Above me tossed / The beautiful flesh of a flower I could ...
• All that was in the soul..., by Daniel Weissbort
  All that was in the soul, all was lost again; / I lay down in the grass, sad and bored, / And a flower lifted its lovely form above me, / A gras...