Есть слово, как меч,Ранит с плеч...Так больно!Пронзит легкоЛюбое реброЧерез доспехи.И сила его -Смертельное зло,Тут не до смеха!И даже когдаОно замолчит,СпроситеТого, кто тогдаСтоял на путиЗлой мысли...

VILook, in this prison's moistured dark I can't see any ray of sun;But one day I have seen the one,Which fell on window, as luck;And since that time between the stones,As a worthless trace of days, so joyous, Forgotten thou...

Была голодна я - годами.Тут полдень вдруг пришел.И я, придвинув стол, дрожа от тайны,Пригубливаю странное вино.Смотрю я вдаль, в окошко, понимая,Что все мои надежды на хорошееНапрасны, просто я не знала,Что хлеб в достатке не п...

by Andrei BoikovAs often was in childhood,That, when I fell to earth,My mother said:"You shoudn't, true,Take care! Only blow!"And she blew on my wounded knee,This seemed as a perfect magic,The pain went out sl...

Автор????by unknown authorI'm only mirage... only ghost in the night...As a mirror of beautiful daytime...I - can be as a devil, so whimsical,But by soul is white as an angel...Everyone could see anything wantedIn my image,...

XSince early times he was a liar,Hiding his hope, being jealous.He dissuaded, forced to trust far,Looked gloomy, languishing in manners.He was once proud, then obedient,One time attentive, then indifferent!How reasonably he was...

VI don't pray about freedom,I'm not afraid of skies or hell;Let the eternal grief just smash me,Of no matter! Never shallI meet her! The first day Of our departing terrible became,A century and one eternal age!And if th...

IVAnd how could I in bright ageLeave the high court with soul, andTo live without passions under sunOf native land? How really could I?You did forget, that in that curlsYou can't see a grey hair, no.You did forget, that fla...

The song about the Earthby Vladimir VysotskyWho has said, that all's burned to the ground,And you can't sow seed in the soil?Who has said, that the earth's deadly downed?No, it hided itself for time now.The maternity couldn...

The old manby Alaxander Sergeevich PushkinAlas, I'm not the passionate lover,Whom all the high court did surpise.My spring and summer hot had nowPassed ever, and without sign.Amur - the god of youth! As best I followed...