Не оставляй разбитыми сердцА -Осколки сЕрдца, как стекло, острЫИ ранят больно, eсли ты (ах! жаль!) Наступишь и нечаянно на них.(И не исправить сердце, не зашить,Ни склеить его просто невозможно!Лишь только времени стремительная...

You could find a wagon of reasons...But to help in grief - the honourable step...One advice - let's violate the meanness -Help the people all without pay.Even if then they forget in afterwardsTo say you a good word - do whatever......

Look into the eyes of parents, I say,Only look carefully, I pray so,They are sad, when you're offended them,Though they're hiding that in earnest.And their eyes glare with hope,They fence you from grief all time,And they fight...

Look into the eyes of parents, I say,Only look carefully, I pray so,They are sad, when you're offended them,Though they're hiding that in earnest.And their eyes glare with hope,They fence you from grief all time,And they fight...

In white nightby Anna AkhmatovaAh, I didn't close the door,Nor I was burning candles;You don't know, how, been tired all,To fall asleep I hesitated.To look, how the stripes of lightGo down in the dark of fur-needles,...

Dream Sweet are your ethereal dreams, aren't they? A.BlokWas it the prophetic dream, or not? or..Mars has shined among the stars in sky,It became scarlet, with a glow of horror, I dreamed about your arrival at the...

AntwerpenBy Alexander BlokThen let this time be distant far,Antwerpen! - From behind the blood seaYou're deep in memory of mine...The fluvial haze crawls from the upper streamOf river Esko, wide as Neva one.And over the...

Outside - there're rainstorm and slush,What to mourn is difficult to spot for.It's boring, I have a slobbery mind,And I can't waste my power anymore.And there's a grief without reasonAnd the thought's intoxication inside.Then l...

Благослови, о Боже! Как солдатС мушкетом на груди он шел.Благослови, о Боже! Его статьДостойна славы вышних дол!Дай, Боже, радость всем обнятьЕго в мундире с эполетами.И с этих пор не страшен враг,Не стрАшны войны всего све...

Если б вышла погулятьПод руку с Бедой,Я б увидела тогда -Клен шумит листвой,Но теряет семенаЖухлая трава.Да, Беда всегда права,Когда в дом пришла.Только это я понятьСразу не смогла -Красных листьев благодать...