«This evening's light is golden bright, / The April's coolness is so tender, / Though you are many years too late, / I still do welcome you to enter. Right next to me why don't you sit / And look with happy eyes around. / This little notebook has in it / The poems written in my childhood...»
«The two of us won't share a glass together / Be it of water or of sweet red wine; / We won't be kissing, in the morning either / Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine... / You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however / We are united by one love forever. I always have with me my t...»
«Glory to you, inconsolable ache / Yesterday passed away the grey-eyed king. / Late autumn evening was sultry and red / My husband returned and quietly said: "After the hunt it all happened, you know, / His body was found right by the oak grove. / He was too young to be taken away… / P...»
«Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun, / And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal, / The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, / And only once I managed to discern, / By the lake under the dense shade of a chinara, / In the early evening and ferocious trice / The glare of insati...»