To Asya By Marina TsvetaevaA rumble in time before evening - in sunset,Which's burning down in winter day's twilight.There's the third ring. Haste, a departing man.Remember me after! Emerald wave waits for you in the distan...

By Alexander BlokWhen I turned to see clearer at first time,Towards the thirsting dream, the raysOf purple dawn had rushed there,Where angel with a horn in heaven.But wasn't worth the celebrationTo the vanity of life, so de...

When all your face is ploughed deepBy traces of your forty winters,Who'd recollect your old image, beenIn the regal cloths, changed into rigid. There's no question, where the remnants lieOf old beauty, or where they do live.Wha...

By Samuil MarshakHow many times I tried to quicken Time,That forward carried me so fast,And to whip it,to scare it, to speed up,To hear its constant steps in common life.But today I ride in a slow manner,And today I hear ev...

And again the rich is bad,And glad also, the poor - humbled.From the roofs of the stone massOf the buildings - the moon is shining.It is sending - the queitness,It is shaping - the steepnessOf the stone slopes,The blackness...

By Denis BaramzinHere the people's speech is hardly heard,And hardly you can see in the nettle thickets The wattle fence oblique and the oven broken.At waste land there is standing a sweep,As an awkward giant,forlorn, bristling hig...

Oh, father, father, leave your meniceAnd your Tamara don't scold;I'm crying: do you see my tears,They were not first out of all.And vainly the crowd of the suitorsAre hasting out of distant lands...In Georgia they can find the new...

My eyes are not in love with you -They see all of your vices clearly.But my heart - doesn't feel the truth,No any guilt, nor fault in your behaviour.My ears are not fond of your nice speech,Your voice for me, your look, your touch...

Who is born under the lucky star - is proudOf glory, of the title or authority.But I'm gifted modestly in life, -And only love for me - is the happy property.You see, that under rays of sun a flowerIs nourishing himself - the frien...

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