I left my native house

I left my native house,
And left blue Russian earth,
Like stands birches over pond,
Warm mother's oldest chest.

The moon like golden frog
In flatten in calm water,
The gray like apples's fume
Glitters on father's beard.

Don't soon come back at home
For long sing, ring snowstorm
Dogging blue Russian earth
Old mapl on single steam.

I know - has happiness it
For men who kiss leave's rain
Because that old mapl's head
Is similar with me

(Сергей Есенин "Я покинул родимый дом")