With this peaceful happiness I've ended.And you - the comfort - is now late.Everywhere I here the notes, thatQuite nagging, which call for a desert.Life is deserted, homeless, fathomless...I have learned that since old, far times,...

There a grey-haired twilight falled On this pale town in spring.There a car sung, victoriously, In its horn, in distance. Look through the pale window glass,Nestling to it closely...Look. You have betrayed, at last,And lon...

A white birch is coveredAll with a snow veil,As with silver, rather,Outside my dwell.On the fluffy boughs,With the snow laceThere appeared flowersOn her white hoar dress.And the birch is stayingIn the quiet drea...

There, behind the cloudsby Robert RozhdestvenskyThere, in sky, the young rain's heaving high, Wind over the sleepless plain is anxiously flying...I'm interested in if there's a border behind, There, behind horizon...I was n...

The winter loveby Robert RozhdestvenskySuch a cold was in january.In december love had come vainly.Winter love is short, Obviously.Snow is quiet fallsDown on earth.Snow is on the streets,Snow's in wood.Snow...

The distance great by Robert RozhdestvenskyThere is a distance great, and without endBehind a village fence, and in fate.To you, Earth, I bow lowly, so thatI'm bowing up to your belt.You, the native land, the partenal land,...

The snowfalby Sergei YeseninI'm riding. It is silent.Rings are heard under the hoofs,As if grey crows squeak loudlyOn the fields, with snow blue.As if caught with force invisible,Wood is dozing in dream,And a pine-t...

On the islesby Alexander BlockAgain I see the snow-covered colums,Two shining lights on the Elagin isle, both.I hear the voice of woman, loving,A crunch of sand, a snoring of horse.Two shadows, merged to kiss each other,...

The winter is singing, calling:"Au!"To a shaggy wood is playing a lullabyWith a hundred of rings of pines.And with a melancholy sadThe clouds fly to distant land,Grey-haired, high above.A blizzard's racing through the...

Вот он опять - туннель...Миг перехода быстрый.И вот уже я - верь не верь -Врываюсь, как поезд быстрый,В свет, тот который оставила яТам, на другой стороне Бытия...Этот свет - все такой же:Яркий, красочный, желтый, зеленый......