Sergey Esenin
- They carouse, fight and sob again ‘ere..., by Vyacheslav Chetin
Sergei Jessenin (deutsch)
- Saufen hier wieder, prügeln sich, jammern..., Eric Boerner
«It happened in Vallen-Koski1, / The rain descended from somber clouds, / And planks of wood, yellow and sodden, / Plunged over the mournful rocks. After such a cold night we were yawning, / Tears stood in our eyes: / To divert ourselves, for the fourth time, / We threw a doll into the w...»
«Outside, the music is steeped / In such ineffable sadness. / The ice-packed oysters on the dish / Have the sharp, fresh tang of sea. He said to me: "I really am / A true friend!" — and he touched my dress. / How unlike a caress it was, / The touch of those hands. This is how cats or ...»
«August — asters, / August — stars, / August — bunches / Of grapes and ashberry / Rusty — August! Like a child, August / You play with your apple / Good-natured and full of weight. / Like with hand, with your imperial / Name you do caress the heart: / August! — Heart!...»
«A virgin and a bride, I passed away / He used to tell me my allure was gleaming / Of love, in frenzy, I was only dreaming, — / And with delight, I lived in brief dismay. One April day I simply walked away, / I left forever, passive and not grieving — / But there was still a reason in ...»