Osip Mandelshtam
- Subtler than subtleness..., by Maya Jouravel
- You are adorable..., by Alec Vagapov
«The Bard is killed! The honor’s striver / Fell, slandered by a gossip’s dread, / With lead in breast and vengeful fire, / Drooped with his ever-proud head. / The Poet’s soul did not bear / The shameful hurts of low breed, / He fought against the worldly "faire," / Alone as always...»
«The street awakens. She looks, exhausted / With the mute windows’ sullen eyes, / On sleepy faces, red from the cold, / That with thoughts chase the stubborn sleep away. The blackened trees with rime are covered — / With trace mysterious of the night’s fun, / In gleaming brocade sad ...»
«In the old Strauss waltz for the first time / We had listened to your quiet call, / Since then all the living things are alien / And the knocking of the clock consoles. We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets, / And are drunk on nearness of the end. / All, with which on better nights we...»
«This grief for homeland! It’s despair / And hopelessness of daily worry! / I’m equally indifferent where / — Alone, entirely and wholly, — I am, which way I slowly stagger, / Back from the market, walking homeward, / Into a home, that like a barrack, / Still doesn’t know that ...»