Я видел храм, который был из золота,Весь, но никто не смел в него войти.Снаружи все стояли, горько такРыдали, плакали, молились люди.И видел змея я, что подымалсяСредь белых двух колонн дверей,И рвать, и рвать, и рвать пыталсяТ...

By Afanasyi PhethI shall say to you nothing at all,And I shan't trouble you evermore,Though I'm repeating infold,I'm not able to hint you my thought. All the day the night flowers dream,But when sun go down by grove,They do...

I still remember the long torments,The night was burning outsideThe window, her wringed handsWere slightly gleaming in daylight.All my life, useless, still persisting,Had tortured me, humiliated,And burned to down; as the image...

To earthly passions still devoted,I know the truth - one day I'll see,How from dark to light will goBlack Angel, crying: vain all be.But naive and timid, simple- minded,And beautiful, like a blessing piece,White Angel follows him,...

With bitter tears and hard cryingThe spring was raining over us.The light behind the canes was shining,And teasing the valiant horse...You called me brutal, though givenTo me the centuries before!...But your face was singed by the...

By Mikhail Yurievich LermontovThough joy has betrayed long ago,As my love, as a smile of people;And the star of my hope went downEarlier than my youth passed in the real;I despise now my future destiny,And the world in a whole,...

By Alexander BlokLet you work, and work, and work harder,And you'll get the monstrous hump,While working long, honourly, rather,While toiling out, at last.Another man will have a holidayAnd sweetly will sing loud songs,...

Nobody'll say, that I'm mad.My bow is low and face is strict.And in the night the hegumenWon't to his threshold invite me.I'm a good brother to sad ones,I'm carrying my black cassok in mornWith a sure gait through green grass,W...

She waited long, the whole life,And tired at last. And smiled, bending.Her unbridled hair curl falled downOn her shoulders dark, waving.The world is neither large, nor rich -To look on it with such black eyes!That's only the people...

I'm praying to the window's beam,It is so pale, and thin, and straight...I'm mute from early morning this,My heart's half-broken and jaded...On my washstand the copper turnedTo green colour, but the beam is playingOn it's surface,...