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 bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before… — 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
