«Let's meet the stranger with a lamp, / With a quiet, loyal flame. / Only no hidden whisper, / No whisper about him! We do not need the bright light now, / Dim the lamp till it's barely lit. / Only no sight of the better, / No sight of it! May in a careless worry / Year like a day onl...»
«I today all night long could not sleep / From the magickal month-of-May noise! / Quietly pulled on the pantyhose / And to the window slipped. I'm a rebel with whirlwind in the blood, / Only passion and cold matter to me. / I have read Bourge too: One can't be / Happy when one is unloved...»
«Here's the world, where glass-cases are shining, / Here's Tverskaya — we miss it eternally. / Whom does Asya need more than Marina? / Whom does dear Asya need more than me? In a lively row walking, drinking / Sunset, voices, lights, — all that's there, / And at times lowering our ey...»
«¿Acaso yo no sé que hundida en las tinieblas, / jamás a la luz llegaría, la ignorancia, / y que soy un monstruo, y que la dicha de cien mil / no me toca más que la falsa felicidad de cien? ¿Y acaso yo no me ligo al quinquenio, / no me caigo y levanto con él? / Pero, ¿qué voy a ha...»