«to Valentina Serova Well may I curse in years to come / The features of your face. / My love is like a cataclysm, / Transcending time and space. / There's not a friend or comrade dear / Who in the light of day / Could come into this flaming fire / And pull me clear away. / Despairin...»
«Don't weep! Above the yellow steppe / Still hangs the same late summer heat / And they, with children on their backs, / Come still, with tired and stumbling feet. No tears! And as the crowd goes by / From Stalingrad to God knows where, / Don't try to catch their downcast eyes — / You ...»
«In Vyazma is an ancient house / Which once one night was home to us. That night we ate whatever came, / The source of drink was much the same. At dawn, we went away to fight / And one of us lived not till night. But this I know, that as he died, / We and the house were in his mind. That ...»
«to Valentina Serova That's how we live, without forgetting, / Today it's him, tomorrow I. / The cup of death goes round the table / And each must wait his turn to die. If I am blind to how you treat me. / It's not because I cannot see. / It is because, around the table, / The cup comes...»