Vladimir Solovyov
Lies in this sepulcher.
Once a philosopher
And now a skeleton.
To some he was kind,
To many an enemy;
But, having loved madly,
He plunged into a ravine
And lost his mortal soul,
Not to mention body:
The devil ransomed it,
The dogs ransacked him.
Passerby! Learn from this example,
How malignant love and beneficial faith.
Владимир Соловьев
Лежит на месте этом.
Сперва был философ.
А ныне стал шкелетом.
Иным любезен быв,
Он многим был и враг;
Но, без ума любив,
Сам ввергнулся в овраг
Он душу потерял,
Не говоря о теле:
Ее диавол взял,
Его ж собаки съели.
Прохожий! Научись из этого примера,
Сколь пагубна любовь и сколь полезна вера.
«I remember you but on occasion, / And your fate does not keep me in thrall, / Yet the time when I made your acquaintance / Leaves a durable trace on my soul. / / I walk quickly when passing your house, / That red house where the grim river runs, / But I know I unsettle somehow / You...»
«That day when over world newborn / God would reveal his face / Sun could be stopped by word alone / Word could destroy a place Hawks dared not to strike their wings / The stars drew closer to the Moon / When as aurora in the skies / A word would drift along A number was for lowly life ...»
«I trusted, I thought and the light for me shone at last. / For ever Creator let fate have my soul, forever. / I am sold and alone! My god went away so fast. / My buyer is looking at me – he is mocking and clever. My Yesterday rushes at me like a big flying hill / And like an abyss before ...»
«I like things which are calm and forlorn: / Lights that shine through the stream's foggy gloom, / The long-dying sunset's poverty, / The October chrysanthemum bloom, The triteness of "Songs Without Words", / Quiet graves with no names at their side — / All that Annensky avidly loved, / ...»