I flee from myself… (англійською)
I flee from myself from pain and from exhaustion. From the noisy cities full of eyes. I go alone into…
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Thief (англійською)
Grandpa was detained and caught, Transported to the village court, Where he was suitably taught The shame of stealing his…
Ode to a corn cob which died at the supply depot (англійською)
No sobs are heard. The orchestras rust. Orators, worn out, rest without a throb. For laid to rest is not…
The Court (англійською)
Sections sat sternly at the table, Notes crouched in corners, carefully inclined, Quotations with fixed bayonets stared sharply At the…
Ballad about a Stranger (англійською)
On a green Holy Day, from afar A stranger arrived to sow hope: “I was sent, my dear people, by…
У любви есть не только радость…
У любви есть не только радость, Будней больше чем праздников, жаль. Звезды меркнут, уходит сладость, Блекнет розовая вуаль. И с…
The edges of thought (27.09.1962)
27.IX.1962 Today V. appeared for a moment, passing through Cherkasy. I first met him in 1958. I think it was…
The edges of thought (19.IX.1962)
19.IX.1962 Children sometimes make salient remarks unawares. I recall: a year ago Oles3 and I were fooling around by the…
The edges of thought (18.IX.1962)
“To read others’ diaries without permission — the Everest of baseness” (Unknown aphorism of the simpleton Wilson). 18.IX.1962 I am…
The roosters crowed on the embroidery… (англійською)
Onysia’s legs would stiffen, whenever his voice would ring nearby. She was always barely alive when she passed him, and…
He kept her from sleeping (англійською)
Now and then a long and ropy cough would grab him by the chest. “Hnat, I’m sick of your whooping!”…
Elegy for a grandfather (англійською)
I sit by the barn, and the old man below competes with the sun—who will finish his daily troubles first.…