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Snow Maiden

Snow Maiden

She hailed from a very distant country,

Nocturnal child of ancient times;

She had no kin to greet her entry

Not even skies with a welcome shine.

And just the Neva’s faithful sentry —

The sphinx with an indented face —

Under the blizzard, fierce and wintry

‘s reminiscent of her birthplace.

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from The Twelve

from The Twelve

III

The lads have all gone to the wars

to serve in the Red Guard ~

to serve in the Red Guard ~

and risk their hot heads for the cause.

Hell and damnation,

life is such fun

with a ragged greatcoat

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Gamajun, the Prophetic Bird

Gamajun, the Prophetic Bird

On waters, spread without end,

Dressed with the sunset so purple,

It sings and prophesies for land,

Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple…

The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims,

And bloody set of executions,

Earthquake, and hunger and the flames,

The death of justice, crime’s intrusion…

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Don't Fear Death

Don't Fear Death

Don't fear death in earthly travels.

Don't fear enemies or friends.

Just listen to the words of prayers,

To pass the facets of the dreads.

Your death will come to you, and never

You shall be, else, a slave of life,

Just waiting for a dawn's favor,

From nights of poverty and strife.

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To the Muse

To the Muse

In your hidden memories

There are fatal tidings of doom…

A curse on sacred traditions,

A desecration of happiness;

And a power so alluring

That I am ready to repeat the rumour

That you have brought angels down from heaven,

Enticing them with your beauty…

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The Twelve

The Twelve

III

Our sons have gone

to serve the Reds

to serve the Reds

to risk their heads!

O bitter,bitter pain,

Sweet living!

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A Girl Was Singing In A Church Choir

A Girl Was Singing In A Church Choir

A girl was singing in a church choir

Of the weary people on foreign soil,

Of all the ships that sailed aspired,

Of all, who have forgotten their joy.

So sang her voice, to the cupola reaching,

White shoulders aglow in a dazzling ray,

And in the dark all were watching and harking

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On the Field of Kulicovo

On the Field of Kulicovo

The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves,

And washes both banks.

In steppe, above light clay of cliffs

Rinks mourn in ranks.

O Russia! Dear wife! With clearness and pain

We see the lengthy way!

It sent an arrow of ancient Tartar reign -

In breast it lay.

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I Prefer the Gorgeous Freedom

I Prefer the Gorgeous Freedom

I prefer the gorgeous freedom,

And I fly to lands of grace,

Where in wide and clear meadows

All is good, as dreams, and blest.

Here they rice: the clover clear,

And corn-flower's gentle lace,

And the rustle is always here:

"Ears are leaning… Take your ways!"

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The Scythians

The Scythians

You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations

Are as the sands upon the sounding shore.

We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!

Try to wage war with us—you'll try no more!

You've had whole centuries. We—a single hour.

Like serfs obedient to their feudal lord,

We've held the shield between two hostile powers—

Old Europe and the barbarous Mongol horde.

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