Sergey Esenin
- A Letter To Woman, by Lyudmila Purgina
- Letter to a Woman, by Anton Yakovlev
«The smiles of summer are simply indistinct / And winter is too clear, / But I can unerringly pick out / Three autumns in each year. The first is a holiday chaos / Spiting the summer of yesterday. / Leaves fly like a schoolboy’s notes, / Like incense, the smell of smoke, / Everything...»
«Here the loveliest of young women fight / for the honour of marrying the hangmen; / here the righteous are tortured at night / and the resolute worn down by hunger»
«I love my country, but with a strange love — / stronger than reason!.. / Neither the fame that blood can buy, / nor the calm pride of confidence, / nor the time-honoured gifts of ignorant days / can stir my soul with dreams of happiness. But what I love — for some strange reason — ...»
«We’re all boozers and floozies here, / altogether a joyless crowd! / On the walls, the flowers and birds / yearn for clouds. You sit puffing your black pipe; / smoke is rising; strange and dim. / This tight skirt makes me look / slimmer than slim. The windows boarded up for good — ...»