«I will quietly in the churchyard / Sleep on plywood in the sun, / On the Sunday, guest to mother / You will come, my dear one — / Through the river over the mountain / Can't catch up to grown ones / From afar, the sharp-eyed fellow, / This my cross you'll recognize. / I know, dear ...»
«With pride your spirit is darkened / For this you won't know world at all. / You say that this faith is a dream / And mirage is this capital. You say that my country is sinful, / Your country is godless, I scream. / May the guilt still lie upon us — / We can correct and redeem. Aroun...»
«The early chills are most pleasant to me. / Torment releases me when I come there. / Mysterious, dark places of habitation — / Are storehouses of labor and of prayer. The calm and confident loving / I can't surmount in this side of mine: / A drop of Nizhny Novgorod blood inside me / I...»
«I dream less of him, dear God be gloried, / Does not glimmer everywhere any more. / Fog has fallen on the whitened road, / Shadows run over water to the shore. All day long the ringing did not quiet / Over the expanse of ploughed up soil, / Here with greatest force away from Jonah / Dis...»