There evening as a light strapShined over the cold rails, whileYou, harmonic slim, with a tight braid,Passed by through the black points of the cross-ties.Your quick glance as a fire bothersomeBurned me out and made me blind.On...

My dear, be brave, and then you Could stay with me.I will wave as a white cherry-treeOver you, dear.I'll twinkle as a green starFrom the land on the east.As a cold wave I'll splash A water on your shield.As...

With sorrow, with tears and with laughThe streams of all my verses ringBeneath your feet,And every poemIs running, braiding a living bind,Without any limits.But through the crystal streamsYou are so far, as you were...T...

Fall down, the curtain decrepit,On my ill pelargonium.Shoo, my gipsy life, unbelievableDistinguish your eyes, close!Were that you, life, who enriched my poor dwell With a steppe mat grass!Were that you, life, who my dreamy self...

In the Luxembourg gardenBy Marina TsvetaevaThe blossoming boughs lean low and near,The fountain's flows are bubbling in basin,In shadowy alleys there are children, children...Oh children in grass, why are you not mine, any?...

And again you long for a funto fun,Oh, hy heart, the gold of mine!From a crapulence to other one, From a freedom to other one -Such a careless free life!But is low much an earth cell,Pale much is all your gold!In the ho...

When there's a heavy burdenOver my breast some time,When my heart is full of woe,The darkness is in front;Without any movement,And power without,We're melancholy carrying -That time a pity's idle -But suddenly a sun...

By Veronika TushnovaAnd we should be faithful as ever,Keeping our love till end,But it's time to part, when evilIs between us, the truth is in vain.No ever that'll be in such a way,But who is aware of fate?Never it'll b...

НочьНад снегом - звёзды.На западе - планета,Мерцает под звездой - Смотри на то, что любишь, и тыНайдешь это.Недалеко -Это не может быть далеко..---Sarah Teasdale? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ??...

I'm nailed to a tavern's bar.I'm drunken all and long ago.No matter. All my dear luckIs swept by troika (* three horses, harnessed together in the wagon or sledge) in the silver smoke... It flies with troika, it has mergedIn snows...