As the drug to the addict,
You are necessary to me,
As air in a closed hovel,
As sunbeams to long dark winter days.

Up to the blood in my bitten lips,
Up to the nails, which press my palms in fisted hands,
Up to the animal melancholy of a body
saturated by my spent desire,
You are necessary to me,
You are...

The sun trails me
through the naked small twigs of long trees,
Shades fix their flexible bodies
to white tailings of the tired snow,
Waterfall begins a quiet spring song.

A bird chirps lonely,
supporting the sky up with its little head,
black berries swing midst the silent whistle of the wind,
the smell of distant smoke soars.

Oh this long road to a spring!
My soul freezes up in a colorless world.

Twisted trunks of a frozen forest
reach for the Sun,

And Sun shines, dazzling ...

With a baby son
      (to Victor)

My hands are diving
In a white-white foam,
And rinsing
Blue, red, and yellow petals.

Two interested little brown eyes
Following me from a tiny bed.

A boy-moon peeping into window, -
Another snub-nosed, as my son is.

Guess told fortunes to me

In luminescence of stranger asphalts,
And lanterns which were indifferently quiet,
Fortuneteller predicted to me
A mountain of happiness and a well of sorrow.

Please conduct me, please lead me, my fate,
to the fields, where everything is green and cleanly,
Where poplars stand at the edge of way
And a guelder rose puts on a necklace.

Where ancient and oldest my forest
can not wait till I will come from road,
To a peasant's hut, where thresholds
Adjoined, as if puppies, up to earth.

Where stars falling down in darkness
Solemnly, like marital candles,
There I will accept from hands of fate without murmur
A mountain of happiness and a well of sorrow...

Cherry has blossomed out in snows