A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.

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

Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface.

I was stopped in the dense Soviet wood by bandits who called themselves my judges.

A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.

Only in Russia poetry is respected - it gets people killed.

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