«Like a dog on a chain the machine-gun / Barks out from beyond the wood; / Splinters of shrapnel are buzzing / Like bees as they forage for food. And that distant ‘Hurrah’, like the song of / The reapers, might tempt you to say / That this is some peaceful village / At the end of a f...»
«To M. M. Chichagov Like a dog that strains on heavy halter / Rifle yaps across the forest now, / Bee-like, buzzing shrapnel doesn’t falter, / Gathering bright red honey from the bough. In the distance, though, “Hurrah” is sounding / Like the reapers’ singing when they’re done. / ...»
«The machine gun barks behind the thicket / Like a dog upon a heavy chain, / And the shrapnel buzzes like bees, busy, / Bringing bright red honey home again. Far off the hurrahing is like singing / Reapers whose hard daily work is done. / You must say that it’s a peaceful village / As ...»
«На М. М. Чичагов Като куче на верига къса / лае зла картечница отпред. / И шрапнелът плячката си търси, / сякаш е пчела и сбира мед. А „ура“-то бликва като песен / н...»