Epigramby Eugenyi Abramovich BaratynskyHow could you overcome the foolishness of a fool man?You can't tell him any word to the point;He seems more simple in his face, but thenIn ordinary life he is complex.With all around he is...

The Сucoo and The CockThe fableby Ivan Andreevich Krylov'Oh, Cockerel, how are you singing loudly and grandly!' 'And you, my dear Cucoosie, sing so smoothly, lovely: In our forest there's no any kind of such a singer, though!''...

by Alexander BlockThe heady smell of march was in the moonlit circle,The sand was under melted snow crispy.My town disappered in this wet, cold storming,And hardly cried from love at someone's feet.You pressed to me in awkward...

Wedding by Robert RozhdestvenskyBy the country road I was going silent.It was deserted and long in the view.The accordeons had started playing suddenly,And the silence waved her hands, being confused. And there was wedding,...

Good morning!by Sergei YeseninGold stars had fallen into dozing,And the mirror of the pond has shivered,Light is dawning on the water surface,Colouring a purple on sky's grid.Birches through a sleep had smiled,Disarrang...

And look, the young brideIs now taken to nuptial bed;The lights have gone out... The icon lamp is lit by Lel.The hopes came to truth,And gifts of love are now prepared;The jealous cloths are going toFall on the carpets of Tzar'...

The flyer is released to freedom,Having swung his two blades, as a beastInto the water of the sea,He slipped into the air streams.His blades are singing, as the strings...Look: he, without trembling, speedsHis flight, trying th...

All night the nightingale was whistling warbles,The town was mute, mute were houses all.And all the night the white acacia's clustersWere turning us to excitement from love.The garden was all washed up by the spring rainstorms.In t...

Here's to thy health by Robert BurnsЗдоровья Вам желаю, дорогая, И доброй ночи, радости всегда.Не появлюсь я больше, это знаю,На Вашем на крылечке никогда.И не скажу:"Я Вас люблю!", я знаю,Не думайте, что я страда...

By Mihail Lvovich MatusovskyThere are words, terribler than a gunpowder,Than a shell over the war trenches,I advise to the people in quarrelTo be careful with their words in behaviour.There's the base, the fundation of this wor...