«And cursing each other with brute / Passion, white-hot all through, / Neither one of us understood / How small the earth was for two, / That memory torments with spite, / Afflicting the most strong-hearted, / That one learns to plead in the night: / Where has my friend departed? / An...»
«A heavy shroud is placed onto the ground, / The bells are droning in a solemn show, / The spirit is again confused and troubled / By weary boredom of the Tsarskoe Selo. / Five years have passed. And all is dumb and dead here, / The world has reached the end, it seems. / The theme exhaust...»
«I cried and I even repented, / Let the sky thunder and groan! / My dark heart just couldn’t stand it / In your forsaken vacant home. / I know a pain that is unbearable, / The shame of returning stunned… / How frightening it is, how terrible, / To the unloved, to the quiet one. / ...»
«At the new moon, he walked out, / The friend I loved. I’ll be okay! / “Tightrope dancer,” He joked loud, / “How will you survive till May?” As to a brother, I replied then, / Without gripes or jealousy, / But four new cloaks just aren’t likely / To replace this loss for me. ...»