I am reading and reading and reading,
I am searching for truth in the words...
They are different: some of them chilling,
Some are pretty, the other are cold.
There is the oak-tree in Lukomorye;
A golden chain is twisted over it:
And day and night a skilfull cat is going
So constantly round the tree;
It's frost and sun; the day is fine!
You still are drowsing, my friend -
But, dear Beauty, it is time
To wake up, and your eyes unveil
By Sergei Yesenin
Thee'd recollect this surely,
by Osip Mandelstam
I've returned to my town, my native, to tears,