«In sheepskin coats of homely peasant cut / From villages far south of the Oka / They came, three strangers. Each had left his hut / To put his case about the way things are. All Russia tossed, distraught by war and famine / With everything confused, disturbed, displaced. / She roared and ...»
«The sparse, untidy, ginger-coloured curls / In meagre whisps about her head lie scattered; / Her little blouse is faded, old and tattered. / She looks a freak among the boys and girls / Playing around her, poor, misshapen creature / With crooked teeth and sharp, ungainly features. / Not ...»
«Shall I live always / Sitting at home? / Wasting my youth here, / Never to roam? And by the window / Shall I always stay, / The far road watching / By night and by day? Are the hawk's pinions / Unfettered never? / Is ev'ry journey / Barred him for ever? To foreign peoples / Fe...»
«How helplessly chilled was my chest, yet / My footsteps were nimble and light. / The glove that belonged on my left hand / I unconsciously put on my right. It seemed that the stairs were endless, / But I knew — there were only three! / Autumn, whispering through the maples, / Pleaded...»