There happens silent minute once.The frost laces are seen on glass.My dream clings there to someone,Boring in warmness of my life...A sudden mist of a garden moisture,An iron bridge spans river sides,A grey fence, braided with...

MaryBy Alexander Blok1Again she left at that doors A horse of hers,And winnowed me with a light furOf prairies all,The former Mary's contourFlashes at a sun-down.The candles let's again burnAnd beaut...

И сладкий вес на сердце НочьС трудом, но соизволила сложить -Когда, взволнованная, с Верой прочьНевеста вдруг исчезла... Как тут быть?Все это Сон - и плотный, может быть,Чтоб подтвердить: есть Небеса, и точка!Но, если просто гр...

Florenceby Alexander Blok1Die, Florence, die to end, Iuda...And vanish in the age's twilight!I shall forget you in my love, for sure,I shan't be near in my leaving hour!Oh Vella (* - nice from italian), laugh at yoursel...

Florenceby Alexander Blok1Die, Florence, die to end, Iuda...And vanish in the age's twilight!I shall forget you in my love, for sure,I shan't be near in my leaving hour!Oh Vella (* - nice from italian), laugh at yoursel...

Here's a girl, hardly a grown-up,Hardly bending her eyes down,Hardly turning to red,With the unconceivable black eyeIs looking on me straightly.If I had a will,Then I surely would have been sitting all my life in SettignanoNear...

On meeting you on the mountain ridge pass,My gaze, becoming clearer, has percieved The Toskana's blue distancies once And the counturs of mountains.Your yellow kerchief is patterned with the flowers -The dreamy colour of poppy....

On meeting you on the mountain ridge pass,My gaze, becoming clearer, has percieved The Toskana's blue distancies once And the counturs of mountains.Your yellow kerchief is patterned with the flowers -The dreamy colour of poppy....

The Siensky Cathedralby Alexander BlokIf you are anxious about the coming death,If your days are not bright, and ever,Then you should fall your eye to the slabsOf Saint Cathedral of Siena.Say, where's the place of the etern...

To friendsby Alexander Blok Hush up, the cursed strings! A.MaikovWe're enemies, true, to each otherIn secret, and greedy, and deaf,And well we would live, work and fartherWithout the enmity dwell!Wh...