(Valery Bryusov)Sonnet to form There are subtle, powerful connections between the contour and the smell of the flower. So the diamond is invisible to us, until Under the edges come to life in the diamond. So the images of changeable fantasies, Running like clouds in the sky, Petrified, then live for centuries. In a polished and completed phrase. And I want all my dreams, Reaching the word and the light, Found the desired features. Let my friend, cutting the volume of the poet, Upetsya in it and the harmony of the sonnet And the letters of calm beauty!Amethysts(Innokenty Annensky) When, burning the blue, The purple day grows wild, How often the gloom I call, The cold gloom of amethysts. And so that not hot rays Burned the edges of amethyst, But only the flickering of a candle Poured there liquidly and fieryly. And, purple and splintering, To assure there the radiance, That somewhere there is not our connection, But the radiant radiance ...Osip Mandelstam * * * The sluggish snow hive is slower, The crystal window is more transparent, And the turquoise veil is casually thrown on a chair. The fabric, intoxicated with itself, Pampered with caress of light, She feels the summer, Whatever is touched in winter; And, if frost flows in ice diamonds of eternity, Here is the fluttering of dragonflies Fast-paced, blue-eyed.
Passing the gallery 
