Vladimir Nabokov

• The Shooting, by Olga Dumer
  Some nights, as soon as I lie down, / I'm back in Russia in my dream; / My hands behind my back are bound / They're taking me to the ravine. Th...
• The Shooting, by Eugene Ehren
  On certain nights when down I lie, / To Russia sails away my bed, / To Russia where I’m led to die, / To the gully to be shot I’m led. I come to in...