Sergey Esenin
- They carouse, fight and sob again ‘ere..., by Vyacheslav Chetin
Sergei Jessenin (deutsch)
- Saufen hier wieder, prügeln sich, jammern..., Eric Boerner
«There a man burned / Fet How difficult to wander in the crowd / Pretending every day to be alive, / Recounting to the not-yet-living / The passions' tragic play. And, peering into nightmares, / Find order in disordered swirls of feeling, / So that by art's anemic glow / They recogniz...»
«The mournful waxworks has been open / For one year, two years, three years now. / An insolent and drunken crowd, / We run... The queen is waiting in her grave. She lies inside a coffin of glass, / She's neither dead nor living, / While people whisper endlessly / Immodest words about her...»
«In your innermost songs there are hidden / Fateful tidings of death. / A curse on sacred commandments, / And a profanation of joy. And such an alluring strength / That I'm ready to pass on the rumor / That you brought angels down / With your seductive beauty... And when you mock faith ...»
«The river spreads out. It flows, sorrowful, lazy / And washes the banks. / Above the bare clay of the yellow cliff / Haystacks languish on the steppe. O my Rus! My wife! Our long path / Is painfully clear! / Our path has pierced our breast like an arrow / Of ancient Tatar will. Our pat...»