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Слушать(AI)The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad
The snowy spring is raging mad,
I look away from the saga;
O, dreadful hour, when she
The palm extended by Tsouniga.
Into his eyes she aimed her gaze,
There was mockery in her dark eyes,
The row of pearly teeth had blazed,
And I forgot all the days and midnights.
The heart got overflowed with blood,
My homeland memories erasing.
A voice would sing, "With all your beinghave to pay me back for love."
Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok (28 November 1880 – 7 August 1921) was a Russian lyrical poet, writer, publicist, playwright, translator, literary
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