«Is this why, for countless days, / In my arms, I carried you, / Is this why, your strength had blazed / Through your lively eyes of blue! You grew slender and much taller, / Sang, and drank Madeira wine, / To the far off Anatolia, / You destroyer was assigned. Somewhere on Malahov moun...»
«Give me sickness without an end, / Suffocation and fevers prolonged, / Take away both my child and friend, / My mysterious gift of the song — / After mass, thus I’m praying, impassioned, / After so many tormented days, / Let the menacing cloud over Russia / Shimmer brightly in glor...»
«“Where, tall lady, is your gypsy child? / One who cried in your soft black shawl? / Where’s your firstborn, so little and mild, / What exactly about him do you recall?” “A mother’s fate — it’s a glorious torment, / And back then, I was unworthy, you see. / The gate into heav...»
«O, how often did I curse / Both the earth and the sky, / And the heavily waving arms / Of the moss-covered mill! / In the annex, straight and gray, / The deceased lies on the bench, / As it was three years ago. / The mice still nibble at books / The flame of the stearin candle / St...»