«M. M. Čičagovovi Jak pes prikovaný ku oceli / za porastom breše guľomet / a šrapnely bzučia ako včely, / čo zbierajú červenkastý med. Mocné "hurá" v diaľke pripomína / koscov spievajúcich v podvečer, / máš pocit, že vôkol po dedinách / vládne teraz božský poko...»
«致M.M.乞恰戈夫1 森林的后面，机枪怒吼， / 如戴着沉重的锁链的狗， / 子弹嗖嗖作响，宛如蜜蜂， / 将鲜红的蜂蜜采撷。 而远方的“胜利”，宛如歌唱 / 死去的刈禾人艰难的日子。 / 你将说：这是一个安宁的村庄 / 夜...»
«Autumn’s come upon us, / Summer’s blooms gone dry; / Shrubs with leafless branches / Cheerlessly stand by. Grasses in the meadow / Wilting, turning bronze, / There’s only sprouts of emerald / In fields of winter crop. Rainclouds hide the heavens, / Not a ray of sun; / Winds h...»
«The Christ-child had a garden, / And many roses He planted therein; / He had three times a day watered them, / In order to weave for Himself a garland later on. When those roses were in full bloom, / He called the Hebrew children ; / They plucked off every flower, / And the whole garden...»