“And dreaming we were riding on a horse / we just kept running pointlessly in circles.” — Andrey Makarevich, translated by Liliya Garipova.

“Just like I cannot find the star that has decayed, / I’ll never find green flowers on my way.” — Nikolai Rubtsov, translated by Liliya Garipova.

“For the future poets, to me unbeknownst, / God will leave a secret, a memory of me.” — Ivan Bunin, 1917, translated by Liliya Garipova.

“And Fate will through your fingers leak, / just like this rain that ended in the morning.” — Vladimir Levi, translated by Liliya Garipova.

“I see, I hear, happy. All is mine.” — the close of Ivan Bunin’s “Evening,” translated by Liliya Garipova.