Lyudmila Purgina

I am reading and reading and reading,
I am searching for truth in the words...
They are different: some of them chilling,
Some are pretty, the other are cold.
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It's frost and sun; the day is fine!
You still are drowsing, my friend -
But, dear Beauty, it is time
To wake up, and your eyes unveil
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By Sergei Yesenin

Thee'd recollect,
Thee'd recollect this surely,
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Leningrad
by Osip Mandelstam

I've returned to my town, my native, to tears,
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The unbeautiful girl
by Nikolai Zabolotzky

Among the other playing children she
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The smoke of sigarettes has emptied the air.
The room - takes my head to the circling hell.
Remember - behind this window for the first time, excited
I was stroking fervently your hands.
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You don't love me, and at least, don't care...
Am I beautiful a little, dear girl?
You're, without looking straight in my face,
Going faint, just putting hand on shoulder.
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There is the oak-tree in Lukomorye;
A golden chain is twisted over it:
And day and night a skilfull cat is going
So constantly round the tree;
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
translated from russian

To excite me again and again -
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By Anton Delvig * he was the good friend of A.Pushkin

Nightingale mine, a nightingale.
Vociferous nightingale.
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When I did love...
By Robert Rozhdestvensky

From the poem 'Before your coming'
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The song about a stormy petrel

By Maxim Gorky
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A Vision gives me a light step,
A glorious Vision multiplies my hopes,
A Vision never stops caressing -
A vision marvellous excites my thoughts.
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By Veronika Tushnova

They say: there's no such love in real!
They say: live so, as the others do live!
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The town of childhood

By Robert Rozhdestvensky
Music: A.Bronevitsky
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The famous war song from the film 'Two soldiers'

http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=tkTZLDXXP0o
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Wedding
by Robert Rozhdestvensky

By the country road I was going silent.
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By Alexander Blok

It's a game: to come in carefully,
Untouching the attention of other people.
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Marina Tsvetaeva

Dis- tance: versts and miles...
We were dis- set and dis- piled
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I don't like
by Vladidmir Vysotsky

I don't like the fatal passing either,
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