Today I will again venture
there, into life, trade, the bazaar,
And lead an army of songs
Alone against the market’s blare.
Сегодня снова я пойду
Туда, на жизнь, на торг, на рынок,
И войско песен поведу
С прибоем рынка в поединок!
«She came up. I did not show my worry, / Calmly looking outside the windows. / She sat down, like ceramic idol / In a long-ago-chosen pose. To be happy — is well-accustomed, / But attentive — is harder just might. / Or the dark shadow has been overpowered / After many a jasmine Marc...»
«There is a God, yes, but He left the room / before the vote. He didn't say He'd do / a thing like that, but did it anyhow, / and simply turned our spirits upside down. / Without God, you can't cope, but He'll ignore / our queries such as "why?", "whatever for?" / and "what comes next?", ...»
«Two girls were tossing dahlias while passing. / They tossed them sparingly upon the lane. / The women shook their heads and said with sadness: / "Bouquets are pricey now — it's such a shame..." / / The street looked on with hungry discomposure. / They watched the little girls who led ...»
«Such days may meet you just before the springtime: / Beneath the snow the meadow lies in peace; / The treetops wobble with a dainty rhythm; / Benevolent and balmy is the breeze. / And you can feel the lightness in your body, / And you do not quite recognize your home, / And eagerly you f...»