Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok. (№ 411355)

There are times, there are days when
The snow wind will burst into the heart,
And not a gentle voice will save.
Not a serene hour of work...
A frightened and wild bird
You fly, but the dawn in - blood ...
Longing, passion, fire
There is a mad love...
It's dark, and fun, and stuffy,
And, gasping, not breathing,
Already in everything else obedient
Hitherto proud soul!