“Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There’s no way out. – You’ll die – and start all over, live twice, Everything repeats itself,… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
“Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There’s… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain. — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
“The sinking of the Titanic has made me indescribably happy; there is, after all, an ocean.” — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
The bourgeois stands like a question mark, Speechless, like the hungry cur, The ancient world stands there behind him, A mongrel dog, afraid to… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun! — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
With your whole body, with your whole heart, with your whole conscience, listen to the Revolution…This is the music everyone who has ears should… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
“How often we sit weeping — you and I — over the life we lead! My friends, if you only knew the darkness of… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
