Author of quotes: Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok. Page 2

I don't expect anything, I don't grumble,
I'm not sad about anything that has passed.

Centuries pass, war is noisy,
A riot rises, villages burn,
And you're still that, my country.
In the beauty of weeping and ancient.

URA drowned out endlessly.

You are dearer to me than all the lands.

And again - cunning, glory,
Gold, flattery, all the crown -
Human stupidity,
Hopeless, majestic,
Infinite... Well, the end?

My Russia, my life, together we can wait?
Tsar, yes Siberia, yes Yermak, yes prison!
Oh, it's not time to be separated, to repent...
To the free heart what is your darkness?

Breathe in the depths of heaven.

What are you crying bitterly about?

Our way is steppe, our way is boundless,
In your longing, oh, Rus!
And even the haze - night and foreign -
I'm not afraid.

As the ocean changes color,
When in a heaped cloud
Suddenly, a flashing light flashes, -
So the heart under the storm of singing
Changes the system, afraid to breathe,
And the blood rushes into the lanites,
And tears of happiness suffocate the chest,
Before the appearance of Carmencitha.

All this incomprehensible fervor.

To the hum of everyday life.

Old dream minutes,
Old dream years...
You can see so forever
Thoughts are closed by you!
Whoever called - I don't want
On fussy tenderness
I trade hopelessness -
And, closing in, I am silent.

Irrevocable ... sorry!