An art's a burden on the shoulders,But we - the poets - are highly estimatingThe life in its such fleeting small things!How sweet is to become quite lazy,To feel, how in the veins a bloodIs flowing with a melodious sound,To feel th...

From my childhood - the dreams and visions,And the Umbria's caressing mist.On the fences there flash the roses,And there are the bells tolling so thin..Nice girls there seem to be too boisterous,Their gazes seem to be too straight....

From my childhood - the dreams and visions,And the Umbria's caressing mist.On the fences there flash the roses,And there are the bells tolling so thin..Nice girls there seem to be too boisterous,Their gazes seem to be too straight....

С Новым годом, с новым счастьем!Пусть все беды и ненастьяОбойдут нас стороной!Пусть Коза не станет злой!А Баран не станет прямоБиться в воротА упрямо!Пусть по зрелом размышленьиНепонятное паденьеПревратится в возрожденье......

The message to Yury VerkhovenskyThe rain is small, the talk is slow,From cilinder a lock of hair's seen,The laugh is light, and some - unhallowed.Is that a usual meeting?But here - one of the lightest geniusesWith a hazy to...

I bless all, all that was life being,I didn't search the best of it.Oh, heart, how much you loved inside me!Oh, mind, how strongly you did lit!Let happiness and grief made session,Their bitter step to coming night, But in the s...

That life had passed,The heart is sleeping,And tired really.And night again has come,Is looking - fearless Into my window.And snow fell on earth,I can't drive outThe winter's spell...Enjoyment couldn't be returned,...

To Vladimir PyastMay's been cruel with the cruel nights!Noisy knock in door: come out!Behind shoulders - the blue light,The suspense and death - onwards!Women with the crazy eyes and roseCrumpled on their breasts for long! -...

To V.1And still remembers the sighs of oarMy shoulder, so blissfully excited...Under your look, escaping though,I surely had thoughts of nothing...Your movements bashful, timid,And the rudder, wrongly turned...T...

Alexandr Blok2A black raven in a snowy night,A black velvet on the shoulders swarthy.A voice languishing with a singing light About all nights in the south.In a light heart - the passion and easiness,As if to me fro...