And so I was left alone
To count the empty days.
Oh my friends, loving freedom only,
Oh swans of my long days!
...
An angel, who kept me that three years for...,
Raised up in ascension in fire.
But I wait for a sweet day, when he returns,
I wait for this day in desire.
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by Nikolai Zabolotzky
Among the other playing children she
Seems to be a little awful frogling.
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Please, do love that eternal bog land:
Never would their strength diminish.
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Such a violet west is oppressive,
...
The foul weather was dictating me the lines
In a moist earth-hut during day or night.
For four and more years I was rhyming
The concrete with iron, and the lead with fire.
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Here's a little show-booth opened
For gay and nice children.
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In the damp earth-huts, in twilight of the trenches -
I've never met the bad people there.
The soldier, whom I've never known,
Gave me the caporal without any word.
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
She is sitting before the window with father.
Above the seashore the jackdaws are flying...
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
I step to a way, all opened out,
The wind is bending the thin bushes around,
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