Brow —
Snows.
White —
Coffin glows.
Intones
the deacon.
Arrow lit
Beacon —
Nave —
grave.
Consecration!
Vault - cessation.
Apparition —
Hell's perdition!
(Сонет)
Лоб —
Мел.
Бел
Гроб.
Спел
Поп.
Сноп
Стрел —
День
Свят!
Склеп
Слеп.
Тень —
В ад!
«Ancient mysteries of nature / Sleep in secret, sacred fields. / Mother Earth! I’m but a stranger / To your endless vales and hills. Vast of forests, breadth of waters, / Wings are strong below the sun. / But your ages and your wonders / Blur in planets’ endless run. Not by you, I w...»
«I don’t cry, nor long for, nor regretting – / Life is short like smoke of blooming trees. / In my fading chiton with ‘golden setting / I will be no longer young like this. You, my heart, will not go on as ever, / For the cold has touched your very core. / And the land of chintz and ...»
«Tell, uncle, it was not a boon / By fire Moscow burnt so soon / Enjoyed by Frenchmen tall? / Fierce fights... or wasn't there any? / There were, great battles, there were many, / For reason Russians, kids and granny, / This glorious day recall! Once was a folk that you...»
«– Hey tell, old man, had we a cause / When Moscow, razed by fire, once was / Given up to Frenchman's blow? / Old-timers talk about some frays, / And they remember well those days! / With cause all Russia fashions lays / About Borodino! / / – Yea, ...»