My soul has no peace...

«When Scotland forgets Burns, the world will forget Scotland» — this is what the Scots say about Robert Burns (1759—1796).
The ringing, sparkling, playful lines of his poems are filled with the joy of life, before which all the burdens of the world bow down. The brilliant translations by Samuel Marshak, in which Burns' poems are published, have made them a part of Russian poetry.
In this book, you will find both indecently mischievous and profoundly lyrical ballads, poems, and verses.