Sergey Esenin
- To Kachalov`s Dog, by Peter Tempest
- To Kachalov’s Dog, by Boris Dralyuk
Serguéi Yesenin (español)
- Al perro de Kachalov, desconocido autor
«В твойте длани ръцете ми хлипаха. / Заминаваш си – свъсила вежди. / Погледни, как брезите разсипаха / сякаш в кървав дъждец листи прежни. Есен бледа е, есен студена...»
«Sergej Lvovič / Kobylinskij / gewidmet Die Scheiben sind beschlagen. / Der Mond erscheint im Hof. / Am Fenster stehst du zagend / Und ziellos. Ein Wehen. Es halten im Streite / Die Birken den Graukopf gesenkt. / Der Kummer hat sich vor Zeiten / Mit vielen Tränen vermengt… / U...»
«Midway on our journey through life “I, I, I”. What a weird word! / Is that man there really I? / Can it be that mother loved such a person, / Greyish-yellow, with hair turning grey, / And omniscient as a serpent? Can it be that the boy who used to dance / At Ostankino in the summer ...»
«Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita. “I, I, I”. What a word! It’s unfair! / Is this man I? Is this not a fake? / Could his mother love him anywhere — / Grayish-yellow, gray in his hair, / And such witty and wise as a snake? Can it be that the boy who liked dances / In the summer ...»