Pass by, as you look so like me ... The many fallen ones into the deepest ... A tender noisy troublemaker ...
Your name is a finch in my hand ...
At my Moscow home how the domes do shine!..
The seven hills founded – like so many bells grounded!..
Here is a window anon ...
- Not for Grishka-Thief you've fallen, over-Polacked ... 1917
- God is right ... 1918
- Should any soul have the gift of wings ... 1918
- The Train of Life 1923
- Floor-cleaners' song 1924
- Di – stance: versts, miles 1925