“Я счастлив жестокой обидою,И в жизни поxожей на сон,Я каждому тайно завидуюИ в каждого тайно влюблен.”

“My turn shall also come:I sense the spreading of a wing.”

“I don't know how it is with others, but for me the charm of a woman increases if she is a young traveler, has spent five days on a scientific trip lying on the hard bench of the Tashkent train, knows her way around in Linnaean Latin, knows which side she is on in the dispute between the Lamarckians and the epigeneticists, and is not indifferent to the soybean, cotton, or chicory.”

“Perhaps the whisper was born before lips,And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew,And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss,Acquire their forms before we do”

“Il ventoIl vento a noi consolazione portòe nell'azzurro fiutammoali assire di libellulevibrazioni d'angolosa tenebra.E di minaccia di guerra ottenebròlo strato inferiore dei cieli rabbuiati,bosco micaceo membranosodi corpi volanti a sei bracciaNell'azzurro c'è un angolo ciecoe nei beati meriggi c'è sempre,come accenno di notti che si condensi,una tremula stella densa di fato.E a fatica aprendosi la stradanella squama delle ali storpiate,sotto la sua mano dall'alto prendel'universo sconfitto Azrail.”

“I love my poor earth because I have seen no other.”

“Only in Russia poetry is respected – it gets people killed. Is there anywhere else where poetry is so common a motive for murder?”