An unexperienced fan of the alien lands,The procecutor of my native ones,I usually said: where todayAt home we could find a real mindOr even genius? Then where is the honest citizenWith a lofty, noble soul living?Where is a woman -...

And the name of baby is - Lev(* - in russian Lev is Leo),His mother is - Anna,He has in his name - anger,Mother has only - silence.His hair are coloured red- The tulip's head! -Then let it be 'Osanna'To this small tzar....

Creativityby Robert Rozhdestvensky to Ernst NeisvestnyHow the stone goes alive?At firstit does not believein the power of cutter...But graduallyfrom the whole smokeappears the face.More truly - the similari...

The spring day passed without purposeAt the dirty and dark window:Behind the wall was singing, boresome,My wife - bird in captivity.Without haste I brought togetherMy reminiscences, my works;And all became perfectly clear:L...

What an exciting picture!Your's, oh my north, that's your's!All day the barren plain before me,As empty, as my dreams and thoughts!Here's my spirit, evil, resolute,Disturbs the silence with its laugh;On answering, the raven bla...

Morningby Robert Rozhdestvensky to Vladimir SokolovThere exists a border between night and morning,between a darkand an unsteady dawn,between an illusive silenceand a wise wind...Here it is shivering the aspen...

The clocksby Robert Rozhdestvensky- The clocks are going...- Is that unusual discovery?-That is the sign of their right work...If you had bought them- carry... - I'm not about that!Look at the street:there on the mo...

You are going to west, where's a sun,You will see there the evening light,You are going to the west, where sun,And a blizzard is hiding your site.By my windows - and without passion -You will pass in the silence of snow,The god...

With great tenderness - because ofI'm going to leave you all -I'm thinking a lot, who will bethe heir of the wolf's fur,Who will take - the cosy fluffy plead,And a thin stick with a dog,Who - my silver bindle, all strewedwi...

In haze, and more blue than a labdanum,Like a silver - are the panels.Towards my face - suddenlyThere is flying a feather.And looks are cris-crossed, and quavered Your voice - what you asking for now? -As a bohemia glass had a...