Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
Count Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy, often referred to as A. K. Tolstoy, was a Russian poet, novelist and playwright, considered to be the most important nineteenth-century Russian historical dramatist. He also gained fame for his satirical works, published under his own name (History of the Russian State from Gostomysl to Timashev, The Dream of Councillor Popov) and under the collaborational pen name of Kozma Prutkov.
A. K. Tolstoy was born in Saint Petersburg to the famed family of Tolstoy. His father, Count Konstantin Petrovich Tolstoy (1780–1870), a son of the army general, was a Russian state assignation bank councilor. His mother, Anna Alekseyevna ... more »
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Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy Poems
Don Juan's Serenade
Darkness descends on Alpujara's golden land. My guitar invites you, come out my dear!
If Only I Had Known
If only I had known, had realised, I would not have looked out of the window as the dashing young man rode along our street,
Do Not Believe
Do not believe, my dearest, when I say That I no longer love you. When the tide ebbs do not believe the sea - It will return anew.
When the church-village slumbers And the last songs are sung, When the grey mist arising,
Love's Ebb And Flow
Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish I say my love for thee exists no more. At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless;
In Hours Of Ebbing Tide
In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea! It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow;
Burnt Out Is Now My Misery
Burnt out is now my misery-- love's yearning No more unspeakably torments my heart,
Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands Flowerless and bare, Dizzy whirling yellow leaves
I Bless You, Forests
I bless you, forests, valleys, fields, mountains, waters, I bless freedom and blue skies.
Russia, O My Russia, Hail!
Russia, O my Russia, hail! Steeds as tempests flying, Howling of the distant wolves, Eagles high, shrill crying!
My Little Almond Tree
My little almond tree Is gay with gleaming bloom, My heart unwillingly Puts forth its buds of gloom.
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Don Juan's Serenade
on Alpujara's golden land.
My guitar invites you,
come out my dear!
Whoever says that there are others
who can be compared to you,
whoever burns for your love,
I challenge them all to a duel!
Now the moon
has set the sky alight,
come out, Nisetta, oh come out, Nisetta,
on to your balcony, quickly!
From Seville to Granada
in the silence of the nights,
one can hear the sound of serenades
and the clashing of swords.
Much blood, many songs,
pour forth for the lovely ladies;
and I, for the loveliest one of ...