Olga Bergholz
- Well, I know — in a stone house..., by Lyudmila Purgina
Олга Бергголц (български)
- Зная, зная — в сграда каменна..., Красимир Георгиев
«The fog of nighttime sleep, the dusty plaque of languor, / I wash them off by gently-gold heavy sponge, / Which’s full of swollen foam soap in all over, / The fragrant thick and very charming storage. It’s lightly bluish, in the pool of milk-white water, / Which‘s slightly visible, bu...»
«Everybody chooses for oneself / A woman, a religion, and a way. / To serve for the devil or prophet — / Everyone chooses for oneself. Everybody chooses for oneself / The sword for dueling or for battle. / The word for prayer or for love — / Everyone chooses for oneself. Everybody c...»
«Among the green sea waves, that kissed Tavrida, / At dawn I saw among so charming nereida. / Hidden between the trees, I hardly dared to sigh, / Over the clear moisture of her breasts could die, / So young and white, like swan them raised, / And streams of foam from her hair squeezed. »
«There’s jasmine altar, canopy shrine, / And virgins whitely dressed in rows. / Where the reed’s incense is smoking / Before the crystal statue of the goddess, / That putting down narrow its goat's eyes. A forest, morn, heat. An emerald’s green, / That in the crystal chrysolite shin...»