BlokIn uncertain and unsteady flyingYou hang over a chasm while rise,Something old exists in a turnroundOf the dead wings, doubled tucked and gone down.How could you fly and turn aroundAll without love, soul and face?Oh...

To woman, passed by...By Alexander BlokI'm only a bachelor and poet,The scion of the north scald...But your man carries always the tome of Wild,The scotland plaid, the painted vest...Your husband - is the scornful easthete....

By Magomed GamidovI'm - the fire.You're - only an icicle.Which is ringing from the cold wind...I'm not afraid of your pricking,This might not hurt me a little.I thought I could win you over,I thought I could melt your t...

A lake's plain - the same,The salt from a cooler - the same dripping,Now, when you're old and gone still,What's about your pain?May be your soul still is tempted With your first love genius,And you're engaged forever With t...

By Rasul GamzatovPlease, say, what yearsFrom the rowYou could extract as the real best?- That was the time and days When dear was loving meOut of rest...And could you touch the days of greif,When you cried out the t...

By Rasul GamzatovThe first singer - V.Leontiev1.The sun days're gone, the birds flied outAgain to other countries.And we again now stay double One week after the other.Refrain: Only with you,With only youRemaine...

I see a flash, forgotten fixedly ,I recognize for moment behind a noiseOf violins - the other singing,That pectoral and low voice,Which was the answer of my girlFor my first love in a former life.And hitherto I recollect it all...

And there are times exist, and days, when snow-windWould fly into your heart and suddenly,Then no any tender voice could keep,As well as no any work-hour.As a scared wild bird you riseAnd fly, but dawn is red with blood.With ye...

In a moist night mist there'sA forest, forest, forest all...In a wild grass thickA fire burned, then is gone...It blinked in must again, anew,And there it seemed to me:The izba, window, geraniumsWere reddening at sill......

Here in twilight at the end of winterIs she and I am - two souls only."Please, stay, let's look at riddle,How moon sinks to the reeds in show."But in the light whistle of reedsUnder the breeze, as thruth,Her soul went...