To the Muse (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
We waited commonly for sleep or even death. The instances were wearisome as ages. But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath ...
The faithless shadows of day are running And high and clear is the call of bells, Steps of the church ...
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, ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
He, who was born in stagnant year Does not remember own way. We, kids of Russia's years of fear, Remember ...
I prefer the gorgeous freedom, And I fly to lands of grace, Where in wide and clear meadows All is ...
I wait for you. The years in silence pass And as the image, one, I wait for you again. The ...
On waters, spread without end, Dressed with the sunset so purple, It sings and prophesies for land, Unable to lift ...
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
Don't fear death in earthly travels. Don't fear enemies or friends. Just listen to the words of prayers, To pass ...
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