Oh Soul! When will you stop trusting?Spring, spring! It surely is languid, As a light mystery of door ajar, see,To a joss-house of your golden dream...Hardly I left the friend-girl, tendingTo find a silence and a peace,Then oth...

I wonder:"Do you really remember?.."I wish to understand - You still the same?Whom I could call for help, and neverYou'll say - Unable, only - No problem.I wonder, by the way: "Who are your minion?Do you have soul's...

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...