Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Soon onto the clean streets, body at a time..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants
- Take that!, by Dina Belyayeva
«My window is high o'er the earthly spaces, / O'er the earthly spaces; / I behold but the sky with evening's red traces, / With evening's red traces. And the gaze of the sky is so faded and dreary, / So faded and dreary; / No pity it has for the heart that is weary, / For my heart that i...»
«Two threads are closely hafted, / The ends are unconfined. / 'Tis "yea" and "nay", — not grafted, / Not grafted, — but entwined. / Dim is the weft that mates them / Close and inanimate, / But wakening awaits them, / And they the same await. / End unto end is taken, / Fresh "y...»
«And moan of winds and whispered thoughts of gloom, / From life no joy is won... / Yet somewhere, — warmth, and ocean's muffled boom, / And lustre of the sun. The blizzard wails, and in the heart it throws / A load of tears unshed. / Yet somewhere myrtle, verdant myrtle grows, / And st...»
«Some wait for joy, some seek ovations, / Some look for honours in the field, / Some yearn for mad gratification, / Some for reply to prayers appealed. While I — all visions false, mistaken, / Like bygone dreams fever-distressed, / I’ll trade now for the bliss of waking, / Oh dear fr...»