Это мое письмо миру,Что никогда не писалМне - о величии мира...Нежной Природы наказ.Рук ее светлых невидимыхПочерк вселенской Любви -Вот что пыталась увидеть,Вам передать, земляки...-----441This is my letter to...

Да, это был Поэт.В обыденных вещахСумел он отобратьБезмерный смысл И аромат.В обыденных сортахСумел увидеть жизнь,Что не исчезнет даже,Если Дверь времен Закроет сад.Из просто видов первооткрыватель,Поэт сос...

There's a starUp in the sky,My mind enticesBy her light,By dreams,By pleasure,Poured from height.Such were thatTender eyes,Which I preferredDespite of lot.She was in vainTo see the pains,As distant star...

No, that's not you, whom I love so hot,That's not for me your beauty so magic;I love in you the previous fate tragic,And youth by-passed forever by a lot.When I'm met at you so deeply staring,At your bright eyes, which I longed so...

Willow by Anna AkhmatovaAnd I was brought up in the figured silence,In freshness of the child's years of century.And I disliked the voice of any man there,But voice of wind I tried appreciating.I liked the burdocks and the nettle l...

The former day, about six,I visited Sennaya*.The peasant woman there by whipWas beaten, devil power. No any sound's heard from chest,The only scourge was whistling.Then to my Muse I said: "Look best -Here's your sister-sib...

There's the boom in capital -The verbal battle's seething,But in the deep of Russia -You feel the eternal stillness.The only wind is botheringThe tops of the road willows,And as a bow are curvingAnd kissing the mother-leasT...

Sol'weig! Oh Sol'weig! Oh, bright Sunny Way!Let me abreathe and afresh my chest air!In the dark holes, where storm breathes quiet,I see the green eyes, malicious either.Isn't it you? Or the old such owl?Who's words are heardin the dark...

The RatAn icon-lamp is flinching in the cornerOf the quiet child's room, dark 'n' weird,In the small laced bassinet rosy,Lying quietly, there is a baby child.What's this? Isn't it a caugh of dwarf?There he lives, so small and b...

Don't spend much time for me,And questions - don't ask.With eyes so kindly, faithfully,My hand - don't touch.Don't go through the spring pool,Treading my heels along.I know, that our meeting, too,Will be in vain... so on.Yo...