“ The Wedding Ring Although the lamp was out, above its darkness I saw the bright reflection of a flame. My soul… — Zinaida Gippius Copy Share Image
“December’s immaculate coldness feels warm. December feels like blood.” — Zinaida Gippius Copy Share Image
“ The Wedding Ring Although the lamp was out, above its darkness I saw the bright reflection of a flame. My soul is bare,… — Zinaida Gippius Copy Share Image
“ Швея Уж третий день ни с кем не говорю... А мысли — жадные и злые. Болит спина; куда ни посмотрю — Повсюду пятна… — Zinaida Gippius Copy Share Image
