Author of quotes: Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok. Page 4

Why in my tight chest
So much pain and longing?
And so we don't need beacons,
And so long ago people were ashamed,
Those who wait for Christ are dull...
Only the devil they find ...

In hungry and sick captivity
And not a day in a day, and a year not in a year.
When the field is shaken,
Will the humiliated people sigh?

There was a darkness where you could not see anything.

The ring of existence is cramped:
As all paths lead to Rome,
So we know in advance,
That we will all slavishly repeat.

How often we cry - you and I -
Over his miserable life!
Oh, if you knew, friends,
The cold and darkness of the days to come!

You, and without looking, are looking at me!

We burn ourselves and others ...

few?

Late autumn from the harbour
From the snow-covered ground
In the intended swimming
There are heavy ships.
In the black sky means
Above the water crane,
And one lantern swings
On the snow-covered shore.
And a sailor, not accepted on board,
He walks, staggering, through the storm.
All is lost, everything is drunk!
Enough is enough - I can't do it anymore...

My delirium, poetry and darkness.

When alone with himself
I curse every day, -
Now passes in front of me
Your debunked shadow...

I'm all spring! I'm all on fire!
Don't come to me,
Who I love and look forward to!
Who is old and gray and in the color of years,
Who will give more ringing coins.
Come to the ringing cry!

And again a blizzard, a blizzard
Viet, sings, circles...
Everything is visions, all betrayals...

But the possible was a dream.