«4 Mother's name is Anna, / Lev — of the child. / In his name is fury, / In her is quiet. / Red is his hair — / Tulip's head! / So, Hossanah / To the little tsar! God give him lungs / And the smile of Mom / And a look of / Pearl-seeking one. / God, attentively / Look aft...»
«5 You repeat nobody. How many / Companions and friends! And / Pride and bitterness rule over / This youth so tender. Remember the crazy day at the port / Threats of the Southern wind, / Roar of the Caspian — and in the mouth / A rose's wing. Like a gypsy I gave to you / A stone in...»
«7 That from catafalques and from cribs / You, ripping away the cover, / You that fan the winds / And snowstorms send over, Sending fevers, poems and wars — / Serf-keeper! Black magician! — / I have heard the menacing roar / Of lions, of the chariot preaching. I hear voices in pass...»
«8 People shouted on the street, / Smoke flew from the bakery place. / I remembered the ruby mouth / Of a street singer with narrow face. In the dark kerchief with flowers — / Honored by your civility / You were drowned in the crowd / Of praying ones at Sergei-Trinity, Pray for me, ...»