Valery Bryusov
- To a Woman, by Dina Belyayeva
(You are a woman; you’re a book of books...)
Valériy Briúsov (español)
- Dedicatoria a la mujer, Kseniya Tokareva
(Eres una mujer, eres un libro entre tantos libros...)
«I remember you only rarely / And your fate I do not review / But the mark won't be stripped from my soul / Of the meaningless meeting with you. Your red house I avoid on purpose, / Your red house murky river beside, / But I know, that I am disturbing / Gravely your heart-pierced respite...»
«How spacious are these squares, / How resonant bridges and stark! / Heavy, peaceful, and starless / Is the covering of the dark. And we walk on the fresh snow / As if we were mortal people. / That we are together this hour / Unseparable — is it not a miracle? The knees go unwitting...»
«"My dear, if we could only / Reach all the way to the seas" / "Be quiet" and descended the stairs / Losing breath and looking for keys. Past the buildings, where sometime / We danced and had fun and drank wine / Past the white columns of Senate / Where it's dark, dark again. "What are ...»
«When with a strong but tired hand / In dreary capital of nation / Upon the whiteness of the page / I did record my recantations, And wind into the window round / Poured in a wet and silent stream / The sky was burning, burning bright / With smoky dawn, it did so seem. / / I did not...»