The Death of Grandfather (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
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