«1. The pillow is already hot / From both of the sides. / The last of the candles has burnt / Out and the ravens’ cries / Are growing more and more plain. / I have not slept all last night / Thinking of sleep is late... / How is unbearably white, / On the white window the drape. /...»
«1. The pillow’s just as hot / when I turn it over. / And now a second candle / is guttering, and crows / are cawing louder than ever. / Not a wink... And it’s too late / even to think of sleep. / White, blindingly white — / a blind on a white window. / Good morni»
«That’s how I am. I could wish for you someone other, / Better. / I trade in happiness no longer... / Charlatans, pushers at the sales!.. / We stayed peacefully in Sochi, / Such nights, there, came to me, / And I kept hearing such bells! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ....»
«We know what trembles in the scales, / What has to be accomplished. / The hour for courage. If all else fails, / With courage we are not unfurnished. / What though the dead be crowded, each to each, / What though our houses be destroyed? — / We will preserve you, Russian speech, / Ke...»