«Like right and left arms, here, / Your soul to my soul is near. In bliss and warmth we to each other cling / Like right wing and left wing. But garland rises — and lays the abyss / Between the left and the right wings!»
«Inept and aimless is my time: / I ask a beggar for a dime / I proffer cash to rich and famous, Into the needle ray I weave, / Unto a robber key I give, / With whiting I am blushing paleness. The bum puts nothing in my palms, / The rich man does not take my alms, / The needle won't let ...»
«Who didn't build homes with his hand / Does not merit the land. Who the homes did not build / The earth will not be: / Ash — Straw... I did not build the home.»
«Cradle, that is wound up in red! / Cradle, that is rocked by the rabble! / Soldiers' thunder — by the evening — past the temples.. / And beautiful grows up the kid. With the milk of Ryazan's wet nurse / He sucked in inheritance's goods: / Flag — and the tri-unity of God. / Russ...»