«I’m praying to the window ray — / It’s pallid, thin, exact. / I have not said a word all day, / Although my heart is cracked. / Over the years, my washstand’s color / Became a tint of green. / The playful ray upon its copper / Creates a pleasing scene. / So pure and simple to...»
«Out to the hall, I walked my lover / And in the golden dust I stopped / And from the nearby belfry tower / The solemn sounds echoed up. / I’m left behind! A made-up phrase — / A bloom, a letter? But, alas, / The eyes already sternly gaze / Into the darkened cheval glass. »
«Will you forgive me these November days? / Lights flicker in the Neva’s waterways. / The tragic autumn’s meager decorations.»
«It’s not your love I seek tonight. / It’s in a safe place now, it’s hidden… / Believe me that I haven’t written / Resentful letters to your bride. / But take this sensible suggestion: / Give her my poetry to read, / Give her my portraits for protection — / The groom must al...»