Не забытоеЯ знаю сад, где белых лилий сонм,И ту, что в свете солнечном видна;Нежнее белой лилии она,О, и в ее очах волшебный сон!Я знаю дом, унылый и сырой,Того, кто пишет, бледен, весь в трудах,Пока с немой усталостью...

The author of this very old and beautiful (I refer to the original) Russian romance is, unfortunately, unknown to the best of my knowledge. Enjoy!Don't stir in vain the recollectionOf days bygone, of days bygone - Of past desires the resur...

Свободная птица на крыльях ветра,Теченьем подхваченная, взмывает,Крылья купает в солнечном светеИ небо бесстрашно своим называет.Но та, чей удел - узкая клетка,Сквозь прутья ярости видит редко.Подрезаны крылья и связаны лапки,...

It is obvious and simple,It is clear to everybodyThat for me you have no feeling,That I’ll never have your love.What’s the point of being drawn then, Like a magnet, to a stranger,What the point of thoughts and prayersThat I say...

Word’s brief. Age has a narrow span.Which niche then has a place for man?Where and when, in which lost holeDo roses unfold inside his soul? How quick must he be, his chance being slimTo stay numb and to sing as measured for him,To...

Snow is falling, falling down.The geraniums are trying To befriend the sparkles flyingPast the window’s woven bound.Snow is falling, all’s in action,Smitten, taking off the ground:The black stairs, the intersection, -All is...

O, word can be depleted with the sound,One saying it spends the resource too worthy.Of all, we shall possess without a boundBut deep blue skies and Holy Father’s mercy.***О, есть неповторимые слова,Кто их сказал - истратил...

Pencil’s wish is plainly accurate:All it wants to know is truth.Truth, eternal and immaculate, Is the calling it pursues,Built as if to function lastingly,Helped by neither drug nor graft,Proper as a gent, and masterlyAs an...

No, stormy loving bliss is not my cherished treasure;Nor sensual ecstasy, mad passion, fervid pleasure,Nor fierce young lover’s moans, nor cries that she would makeWhen, twisting in my arms as wildly as a snake,Caressing, burning me with l...

On niggards, braggarts and dimwitsWhile braggarts walk the earth – I say it’s great,We should be thanking heavens for our fate.The skies are blue, the clouds are swirling!We are no advocates of burgling.To get a braggart use no kni...