Sergey Esenin
- Don`t torment me with coldness and stiffness..., by Alec Vagapov
- Don’t torment me with your icy demeanor..., by Anton Yakovlev
«It’s endless — the heavy, amber day! / Impossible grief, pointless waiting! / And the silver-voiced deer, again, / Under the Northern Lights, belling. And I think there’s cold snow / A blue font for the poor and ill, / And a little sledge’s headlong flow, / To the ancient chime ...»
«For O. A. Glebova-Sudeikina "What do you see, on the wall, dimly alive, / At that hour when the sunset eats the sky? A seagull, on a blue cloth of waters, / Or perhaps it’s those Florentine gardens? Or is it Tsarskoye Seloe’s vast view, / Where terror stepped out before you? Or that on...»
«Sunlight fills my room / With hot dust, lucent, grey. / I wake, and I remember: / Today is your saint’s day. / That’s why even the snow / Is warm beyond the window, / That’s why, sleeplessly, / Like a communicant, I slept.»
«Evening hours at the desk, / The page irremediably white, / The mimosa’s scent is of Nice, warmth, / Over the moon some vast bird flies. And, twining my braids for night, / As if I must wear them tomorrow, / I look from the window at sand-dunes, sea, / Free of sorrow. How much power ...»