Lyudmila Purgina Poems

And so I was left alone
To count the empty days.
Oh my friends, loving freedom only,
Oh swans of my long days!
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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,
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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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