«The earthly glory is like smoke, / I wanted much more than this. / In all my lovers I evoked / The feelings of joy and bliss. / One is still in love somewhere / With a friend from long ago, / The other stands in the city square, — / A statue of bronze in the snow.»
«Leaving behind the groves of the sacred homeland, / The house, where the muse wept in lament, / I, cheerful and quiet, found a place / Upon an island, which was like a raft / That stopped in the thick delta of the Neva. / O, these peculiar mysterious days of winter, / Sweet labor and the...»
«You’re always enigmatic and new, / And I am ready to serve your desire, / But the love that I’m getting from you / Is a trial by iron and fire. You don’t allow me to smile or sing, / You’ve forbid me to pray long ago. / And I’m glad to lose everything / Just so long as you don...»
«For N. Rykovoya All is traded, betrayed, and languished, / Death’s black wing has been flashing in flight, / All is gnawed at by the ravenous anguish… / So how is it that we bask in the light? In the day, the woods send a stream / Of a cherry scent through the town nearby, / And new ...»