By MARINA TSVETSAEVA
Waterfalls of curtain like spray –
The curtain has no secrets from the stage:
You are the stage, I am the curtain.
By MARINA TSVETAEVA
Hippolytus! Hippolytus! It stings!
It sears… my cheeks blaze…
How pitiless the hell, Hippolytus,
Concealed in your name!