Lyudmila Purgina Poems

By Mikhail Lvovich Matusovsky

...The pain, as fire, can flare up, and then
Go out, and again return.
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In the garden noises are hardly heard,
Everything is silent till dawn.
Do you know true, how dear now
To me evenings in Moscow.
...

1.I had asked you: 'Why you climb the mountains? '
You - itched to get top, and you -just wanted battle.
'Look, Elbrus from plane you could see so well...'
But you laughed at this, took me with yourself.
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Do you see the skies are turning dark,
And in twilight windows are light?
Here all my friends do live,
Gasping silently my breath,
I'm looking into windows.
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The day is rare - it's warm, but no melting, -
May be the Nature now has its own resourse, -
And today... as it was earlier frequently,
I'm again starting the lyrical course.
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Last time, when in the darkness moon
Was flowing along the hazy desert,
I saw the girl at window
Was sitting lonely and pensive.
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By Alexander Blok

I'm whiling away my life,
My close crazy life awhile:
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On common graves you could hardly find cross,
And widows don't cry ever-
There someone will bring the bouquet of the roses,
And burn the Eternal Flame there.
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The demon
by Alexander Block

Lean to me, dear, closer, harder,
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I

The day was over; in a blue gown
Guadalkvivir (* the river in Spain) was flowing, whirling,
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