Что глаз не видит - лучше яКак будто вижу - через Веру -Пусть карий глаз моргает часто, тамВнутри глаз Памяти - нет никакого вЕка.Как часто, в дымке чувств, я уравнять пыталасьТо, что любила, с тем, что есть сейчас.И будто луч...

The light smoke has disappeared in cold air...And I, oppressed by freedom, think to dareOnce to ascend in the cold silent hymnTo nowhere, but am forced to go stillAlong the snowy street... In the evening hourA dog's barking is hear...

Once armed with eye of a lean wasp,Sticking in the axis of the earth, the earth axis,I'm scenting all I'd seen before,I'm recollecting all by rote, vainly.And I'm not drawing, singing not,Not fiddling with a bow with a dark voice,...

Don't say me all about eternity -I can't admit it in all the way.But would eternity forgive meFor my small love, carelessness?I hear, how my love is growingAnd rolls as tide in night somewhere.And who is bold there to approach,...

The yardBy Boris PasternakThe finely scribbled with a hoar-frost yard!You - as the sentence to exileTo insufficient food, sleep, plant,Drink and the pain in nape, in particular.Thickly scattered by the shrunken leaves,W...

The feastsBy Boris PasternakI drink the bitterness of tuberoses, of the autumn skies, as well,And your betrayals' burning jet - in them,I drink the bitterness of evenings, nights, of the meetings' rave,And bitterness of the crying...

The feastsBy Boris PasternakI drink the bitterness of tuberoses, of the autumn skies, as well,And your betrayals' burning jet - in them,I drink the bitterness of evenings, nights, of the meetings' rave,And bitterness of the crying...

During the hot summer and stormy winter,In days of your weddings, triumphs and sad funerals,I wait for some ring, light one, yet unhearableTo hush my deadly, my boredom such usual.Here - it is. With my cold attention I wait a momen...

There was a violin's woe during a ball.Breathing with wine and blood,The rebellion awful soulWas dictating a fate to us.From the alien countries, distant lands,Merging in our snow fire-bed,In the circle of the dark-eyed madmen...

To Anna AkhmatovaBy Alexander Blok"And the beauty is terrible" - You'd be told to, -Then You'll put on lazilyOn your shoulders the spain shawl,And a scarlet rose - in hair."And the beauty is simple" - ...