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| Acknowledgements |
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Mirrors and Masks: The Life and Poetic Works of Anna Akhmatova |
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17 | (18) |
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35 | (22) |
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57 | (6) |
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Third Printing (Revised): New Poems and Revisions |
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63 | (4) |
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Portfolio: Tsarskoye Selo |
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67 | (14) |
| EVENING |
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81 | (2) |
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``They're leading the horses...'' |
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81 | (1) |
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``...And there's my marble double...'' |
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82 | (1) |
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``A dark-skinned youth wandered...'' |
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82 | (1) |
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``The boy who plays the bagpipes...'' |
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83 | (1) |
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``Love conquers by deception...'' |
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83 | (1) |
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``Under her dark veil she wrung her hands...'' |
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84 | (1) |
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``The heart's memory of the sun grows faint... '' |
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85 | (1) |
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``High in the sky a small cloud grayed...'' |
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85 | (1) |
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``The door is half open...'' |
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86 | (1) |
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``Do you want to know how it was...'' |
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87 | (1) |
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The Song of the Last Meeting |
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87 | (1) |
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``As if with a straw...'' |
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88 | (1) |
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``Oh, strange boy, I lost my head...'' |
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89 | (1) |
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``I don't need legs anymore...'' |
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89 | (4) |
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``This morning is drunk with spring sun...'' |
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90 | (1) |
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``The wind blows stifling hot...'' |
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91 | (1) |
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91 | (1) |
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``I finally wrote down the words...'' |
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92 | (1) |
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``When you're drunk it's so much fun...'' |
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93 | (1) |
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``My husband whipped me...'' |
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94 | (1) |
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``One heart isn't chained to another...'' |
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94 | (1) |
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95 | (1) |
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``I came here, an idler...'' |
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96 | (1) |
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96 | (1) |
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``Under the dark roof of the threshing shed...'' |
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97 | (1) |
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``Bury me, bury me, wind!'' |
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97 | (1) |
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``Believe me, not the serpent's sharp sting...'' |
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98 | (1) |
| III. |
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99 | (3) |
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``Everything mourns for the forgotten...'' |
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100 | (1) |
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``How late it is! I'm tired, I'm yawning...'' |
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101 | (1) |
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102 | (1) |
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103 | (1) |
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104 | (1) |
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104 | (1) |
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105 | (1) |
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``They didn't bring me a letter today...'' |
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106 | (1) |
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Inscription on an Unfinished Portrait |
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106 | (1) |
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``The smell of blue grapes is sweet...'' |
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107 | (1) |
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Imitation of I. E. Annensky |
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108 | (1) |
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``The park was filled with light mist...'' |
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108 | (1) |
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``I live like a cuckoo in a clock...'' |
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109 | (1) |
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109 | (1) |
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110 | (1) |
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111 | (1) |
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``Three times it came to torment me...'' |
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112 | (1) |
| (ADDITIONS) |
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``I pray to the sunbeam from the window...'' |
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113 | (2) |
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``Both sides of the pillow...'' |
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113 | (1) |
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``That same voice, that same gaze...'' |
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114 | (1) |
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``Dust rose from the vacant lot...'' |
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114 | (1) |
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``And as if by mistake...'' |
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115 | (1) |
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``And when we had cursed each other...'' |
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115 | (1) |
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116 | (1) |
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``I wept and repented...'' |
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116 | (1) |
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``At the new moon he abandoned me...'' |
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117 | (1) |
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117 | (2) |
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119 | (15) |
| ROSARY |
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| I. |
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``It was stifling in the burning light...'' |
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133 | (1) |
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133 | (1) |
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``As simple civility demands...'' |
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133 | (1) |
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134 | (1) |
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135 | (1) |
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``We are all carousers and loose women here...'' |
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135 | (1) |
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``After the wind and the frost...'' |
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136 | (1) |
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``...And they didn't come out with lanterns... '' |
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137 | (1) |
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``Helplessly, my eyes ask mercy...'' |
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137 | (1) |
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``My imagination obeys me...'' |
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138 | (1) |
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139 | (1) |
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``One would not mistake true tenderness...'' |
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139 | (1) |
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``We will not drink, from the same glass . . '' |
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140 | (1) |
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``I have a certain smile...'' |
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141 | (1) |
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``How many demands the beloved can make!'' |
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141 | (1) |
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``We met for the last time...'' |
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142 | (1) |
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``Hello! Do you hear the light rustling...'' |
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142 | (1) |
| II. |
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``In this house there's a pleasant smell...'' |
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143 | (1) |
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``Each day is anxious all over again...'' |
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144 | (1) |
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``The boy said to me: `How this hurts!''' |
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144 | (1) |
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``The high vaults of the Polish church... '' |
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145 | (1) |
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``It drags on forever-this heavy, amber day!'' |
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146 | (1) |
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146 | (1) |
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``I've learned to live simply, wisely...'' |
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147 | (1) |
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``Here everything is the same as before...'' |
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147 | (1) |
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148 | (1) |
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``You know I languish in captivity...'' |
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149 | (1) |
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``He made a charcoal mark on the left side...'' |
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149 | (1) |
| III. |
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``I ask you to pray for my poor...living soul...'' |
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150 | (1) |
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``I see the faded flag above the customhouse...'' |
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151 | (1) |
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``The dry lips are tightly closed...'' |
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151 | (1) |
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``You gave me a difficult youth...'' |
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153 | (1) |
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``You've come to comfort me, darling...'' |
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153 | (1) |
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``Dying, I am tormented by immortality...'' |
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154 | (1) |
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``Darling, don't crumple my letter...'' |
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154 | (1) |
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155 | (1) |
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``With my pencil case and books in a bookstrap...'' |
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156 | (1) |
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``Since Agrafena-Kupalnitsa's...'' |
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156 | (1) |
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``I won't start drinking wine with you...'' |
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156 | (1) |
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``Evening hours at the desk...'' |
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157 | (1) |
| IV. |
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``Intertwined in my dark braids...'' |
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158 | (1) |
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```I came to take your place, sister...'' |
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158 | (3) |
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``Once more St. Isaac's wears robes...'' |
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160 | (1) |
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``My heart beats calmly, steadily...'' |
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160 | (1) |
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``I know, I know-the skis will crunch...'' |
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161 | (1) |
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162 | (1) |
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``Under the icon, a threadbare rug...'' |
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162 | (1) |
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163 | (1) |
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``I visited the poet...'' |
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164 | (1) |
| (ADDITIONS) |
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``I led my lover out to the hall...'' |
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165 | (1) |
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``Can you forgive me these November days?'' |
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165 | (1) |
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``I'm not asking for your love...'' |
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165 | (1) |
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```The palms of your hands are burning...'' |
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166 | (1) |
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``You will live without misfortune...'' |
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167 | (6) |
| WHITE FLOCK |
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| I. |
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``We thought: we are beggars, we have nothing...'' |
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173 | (1) |
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``I will leave your white house and tranquil garden...'' |
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173 | (1) |
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174 | (1) |
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174 | (1) |
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175 | (1) |
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``He was jealous, troubled and tender...'' |
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176 | (1) |
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``Memory of love, you are painful!'' |
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176 | (1) |
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``The sky's dark blue lacquer has dimmed...'' |
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177 | (1) |
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177 | (1) |
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``Ah! It's you again...'' |
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178 | (1) |
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``The Muse fled down the road...'' |
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178 | (1) |
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179 | (1) |
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``They are flying, they are still on their way...'' |
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179 | (1) |
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``Oh, it was a cold day...'' |
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180 | (1) |
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``This was my prayer...'' |
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180 | (1) |
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``There is a sacred boundary between those who are close...'' |
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181 | (1) |
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``Everything has been cut off...'' |
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182 | (1) |
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``For us to lose freshness of words...'' |
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182 | (1) |
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183 | (1) |
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``My blissful cradle was a dark city...'' |
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183 | (1) |
| II. |
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184 | (1) |
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``How can you bear to look at the Neva?'' |
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185 | (1) |
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``Under the freezing roof...'' |
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185 | (1) |
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``All year you've been inseparable from me...'' |
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185 | (1) |
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186 | (1) |
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``The mysterious spring still thrills...'' |
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187 | (1) |
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188 | (1) |
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``The road by the seaside garden darkens...'' |
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188 | (1) |
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``We're not in the forest...'' |
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188 | (1) |
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``The Lord is not merciful to reapers and gardeners...'' |
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189 | (1) |
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``Everything promised him to me...'' |
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190 | (1) |
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``Like a fiancee, I receive...'' |
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190 | (1) |
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191 | (1) |
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``Somewhere there is a simple life...'' |
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191 | (1) |
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``She approached. I didn't betray my agitation...'' |
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192 | (1) |
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192 | (2) |
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``I seldom think about you now...'' |
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194 | (1) |
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194 | (1) |
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``Drowsiness takes me back again...'' |
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195 | (1) |
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``I can still see hilly Pavlovsk...'' |
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196 | (1) |
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``The everlasting is rosy and dry...'' |
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197 | (1) |
| III. |
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198 | (1) |
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``Why do you pretend to be...'' |
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198 | (1) |
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``The pellucid glass of the empty heavens...'' |
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199 | (1) |
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``It smells of burning...'' |
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199 | (1) |
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``The sweet smell of juniper...'' |
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200 | (1) |
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``That voice opposing total silence...'' |
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``We don't know how to say good-bye...'' |
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202 | (1) |
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``I should have raucously screeched little folk tunes...'' |
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202 | (1) |
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203 | (1) |
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``Tall woman, where is your little gypsy...'' |
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203 | (1) |
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``How many times I've cursed...'' |
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204 | (1) |
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``It's impossible to get here...'' |
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205 | (1) |
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``I see, I see the moon's bended bow...'' |
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205 | (1) |
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``Noiselessly they walked about the house...'' |
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206 | (1) |
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207 | (1) |
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``Just as the other cranes...'' |
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208 | (1) |
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``Under an oaken slab in the churchyard...'' |
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209 | (1) |
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``Your spirit is clouded by arrogance...'' |
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209 | (1) |
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``I will go there and weariness will fly away...'' |
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210 | (1) |
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In Memoriam, July 19, 1914 |
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210 | (1) |
| IV. |
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``Before spring there are days like these...'' |
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211 | (1) |
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``This fifth season of the year...'' |
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212 | (1) |
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``I myself chose the fate...'' |
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212 | (1) |
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212 | (1) |
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213 | (1) |
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``For a long time he walked through fields and villages...'' |
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214 | (1) |
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``Broad and yellow is the evening light...'' |
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215 | (1) |
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``I don't know if you're living or dead...'' |
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215 | (1) |
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``No, tsarevitch, I am not the one...'' |
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216 | (1) |
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``I will root out this day from your memory...'' |
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217 | (1) |
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``He didn't mock me, he didn't praise...'' |
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218 | (1) |
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``There my shadow remained, and it grieves...'' |
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218 | (1) |
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``The twenty-first. Night. Monday...'' |
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219 | (1) |
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``The sky sows a fine rain...'' |
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219 | (1) |
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``I know that you are my reward...'' |
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220 | (1) |
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221 | (1) |
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``Has my fate changed so much...'' |
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221 | (1) |
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``Like a white stone in the depths of a well...'' |
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222 | (1) |
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``The first ray of light-God's blessing...'' |
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223 | (1) |
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``And it seems-a human voice...'' |
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223 | (1) |
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``When, in the gloomiest of capitals...'' |
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224 | (1) |
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``How steep and resounding these bridges are...'' |
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225 | (1) |
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``Why then did I used to hold you in my arms... '' |
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226 | (1) |
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``I was born neither too early nor too late...'' |
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226 | (1) |
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``I don't need much happiness...'' |
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227 | (1) |
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``The city disappeared...'' |
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227 | (1) |
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``Oh, there are unique words...'' |
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228 | (1) |
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``I dream of him less often now, thank God...'' |
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228 | (1) |
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``Not mystery and not grief...'' |
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229 | (1) |
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``We will be together, darling, together...'' |
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230 | (1) |
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``The dark road twisted...'' |
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230 | (1) |
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``How I love, how I loved to look...'' |
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231 | (6) |
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``Suddenly it's become still in the house...'' |
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237 | (1) |
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``You are an apostate...'' |
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237 | (1) |
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238 | (1) |
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``And into secret friendship...'' |
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239 | (1) |
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``Like the angel moving upon the water...'' |
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239 | (1) |
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``When he finally hears the news...'' |
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239 | (1) |
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``And now you are depressed and despondent...'' |
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240 | (1) |
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``Someone else's captive?'' |
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240 | (1) |
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``I asked the cuckoo...'' |
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241 | (1) |
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``All week I don't say a word to anyone...'' |
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241 | (1) |
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``In every twenty-four hours there is one...'' |
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242 | (1) |
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``Earthly fame is like smoke...'' |
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243 | (1) |
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``It is simple, it is clear...'' |
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243 | (1) |
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``Oh no, it wasn't you I loved...'' |
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244 | (1) |
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``I am listening to the orioles' ever mournful voice...'' |
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245 | (1) |
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``How terribly the body has changed...'' |
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245 | (1) |
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``I haven't covered the little window...'' |
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246 | (1) |
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``No one sang about that meeting...'' |
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246 | (1) |
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``And here, left alone...'' |
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247 | (1) |
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``Has this century been worse...'' |
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247 | (1) |
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``Now no one will listen to songs...'' |
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248 | (1) |
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``Over the snowdrift's hard crust...'' |
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248 | (1) |
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``Now farewell, capital...'' |
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249 | (1) |
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``Long years I waited for him in vain...'' |
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250 | (1) |
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250 | (1) |
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``The river flows slowly through the valley...'' |
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251 | (1) |
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``Around the neck is a string of fine beads...'' |
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251 | (1) |
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252 | (1) |
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``And all day, terrified by its own moans...'' |
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253 | (1) |
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``You shouldn't be in my dreams so often...'' |
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253 | (1) |
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``When in suicidal anguish...'' |
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253 | (1) |
| (ADDITION) |
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254 | (5) |
| ANNO DOMINI MCMXXI |
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| I. AFTER EVERYTHING |
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259 | (1) |
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260 | (1) |
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260 | (2) |
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``I didn't mean to trick you, my angel...'' |
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261 | (1) |
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``In that year long ago, when love flared...'' |
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261 | (1) |
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``He said that I have no rivals...'' |
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262 | (1) |
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``Don't torment your heart with earthly joys...'' |
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262 | (1) |
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``I am not with those who abandoned their land...'' |
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263 | (4) |
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``Praising me inarticulately...'' |
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263 | (1) |
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``You are always novel and mysterious...'' |
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264 | (1) |
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``Because of your enigmatic love...'' |
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265 | (1) |
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``Ice floes float by, resounding...'' |
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265 | (1) |
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Number Three, Zachatevsky |
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266 | (1) |
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``Submissive to you? You're out of your mind!'' |
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266 | (1) |
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``Why do you wander restlessly?'' |
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267 | (1) |
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``The wind of swans is blowing...'' |
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267 | (1) |
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``The angel who for three years watched over me...'' |
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268 | (1) |
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``He whispers: `I'm not sorry...'' |
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269 | (1) |
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``A monstrous rumor roams the city...'' |
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269 | (1) |
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``Falling ill, just as expected...'' |
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270 | (1) |
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``The moon stalled behind the lake...'' |
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270 | (1) |
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``How could you, strong and free...'' |
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271 | (4) |
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272 | (1) |
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273 | (1) |
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274 | (1) |
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275 | (1) |
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``Here is the shore of the northern sea...'' |
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276 | (1) |
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276 | (1) |
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The Tale of the Black Ring |
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277 | (2) |
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``The fantastic autumn constructed a high cupola...'' |
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279 | (1) |
| II. MCMXXI |
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``Everything has been plundered...'' |
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279 | (1) |
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``Dear traveler, you are far away...'' |
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280 | (1) |
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``Certainly I'll do you a good turn...'' |
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281 | (1) |
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``We won't meet. We are in different camps...'' |
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281 | (1) |
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``Terror, fingering things in the dark...'' |
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282 | (1) |
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``You were promised to me neither by life nor by God...'' |
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282 | (1) |
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``Oh, life without tomorrow's day!'' |
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283 | (1) |
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``Somehow we've managed to part...'' |
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284 | (1) |
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``Ah-you thought I'd be the type...'' |
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284 | (1) |
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``Let the voice of the organ again burst forth...'' |
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285 | (1) |
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286 | (1) |
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``Today is the nameday of Our Lady of Smolensk...'' |
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286 | (1) |
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``You prophecy, bitter one...'' |
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287 | (1) |
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``You are no longer among the living...'' |
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287 | (1) |
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``Until I collapse by the fence...'' |
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288 | (1) |
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``On the white threshold of paradise...'' |
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289 | (1) |
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``I brought disaster to my dear ones...'' |
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289 | (1) |
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``Exhausted by your long, fixed gaze...'' |
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290 | (1) |
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290 | (1) |
| III. THE VOICE OF MEMORY |
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``The gates are thrown wide open...'' |
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291 | (1) |
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``The log bridge is blackened and twisted...'' |
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292 | (1) |
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``That August was like a yellow flame...'' |
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293 | (1) |
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294 | (2) |
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``Yes, I loved them, those nightly gatherings...'' |
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295 | (1) |
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``There was no temptation...'' |
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295 | (1) |
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``Isn't it to escape from this damned easy life...'' |
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295 | (1) |
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296 | (1) |
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``The tear-stained autumn, like a widow...'' |
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296 | (1) |
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``I will tend these rich, black beds...'' |
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297 | (1) |
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298 | (1) |
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``Oh, if only I'd known, when, dressed in white...'' |
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298 | (1) |
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299 | (2) |
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Portfolio: Photo Biography |
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301 | (72) |
| REED |
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373 | (1) |
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373 | (1) |
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374 | (1) |
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``Here the exile of Pushkin began...'' |
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375 | (1) |
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``If moonlight terror overflows...'' |
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375 | (1) |
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``This city, beloved by me since childhood...'' |
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375 | (1) |
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376 | (1) |
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377 | (1) |
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``Hasn't he sent a swan for me...'' |
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377 | (1) |
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``Some of them exchange fond glances...'' |
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378 | (1) |
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``I hid my heart from you...'' |
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379 | (1) |
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379 | (1) |
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380 | (1) |
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``Celebrate our latest anniversary...'' |
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381 | (1) |
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``Wild honey smells like freedom...'' |
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382 | (1) |
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``All this you alone can guess...'' |
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383 | (1) |
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384 | (11) |
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395 | (1) |
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396 | (1) |
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397 | (1) |
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397 | (2) |
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399 | (1) |
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``Thus dark souls take flight...'' |
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399 | (2) |
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401 | (1) |
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``Not weeks, not months...'' |
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401 | (1) |
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``And, as always happens in the days of final rupture...'' |
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401 | (1) |
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402 | (1) |
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402 | (1) |
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Inscription on the Book Plantain |
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403 | (1) |
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404 | (15) |
| SEVENTH BOOK |
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413 | (1) |
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``I don't need martial hosts arrayed in odes...'' |
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413 | (1) |
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414 | (1) |
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414 | (1) |
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415 | (1) |
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416 | (1) |
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417 | (1) |
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418 | (1) |
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``I bend over them as if over a cup...'' |
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418 | (1) |
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``Probably much still remains...'' |
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419 | (1) |
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``And in books it was the last page...'' |
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419 | (2) |
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421 | (1) |
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421 | (1) |
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422 | (15) |
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``When they come to bury the epoch...'' |
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422 | (1) |
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423 | (1) |
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424 | (1) |
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``I thought I knew all the insomnias...'' |
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424 | (1) |
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``But I am giving you notice...'' |
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425 | (1) |
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426 | (1) |
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``Grandly they said good-bye to the girls...'' |
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426 | (1) |
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First Long-Range Firing on Leningrad |
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427 | (1) |
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``The birds of death are at the zenith...'' |
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427 | (1) |
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428 | (1) |
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``Trenches have been dug in the garden...'' |
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429 | (1) |
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``Knock with your little fist- I will open...'' |
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429 | (1) |
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430 | (1) |
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430 | (1) |
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``And you, my friends from the latest call-up!'' |
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431 | (1) |
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``To the right the vacant lots unfurl...'' |
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431 | (1) |
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``Something glorious is beginning gloriously...'' |
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432 | (1) |
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``The first lighthouse flashed over the jetty...'' |
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432 | (1) |
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``Victory is standing at our door...'' |
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432 | (1) |
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433 | (1) |
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433 | (1) |
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To the Memory of a Friend |
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433 | (1) |
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``To fall asleep distressed...'' |
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434 | (1) |
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``Was it from Leningrad's terrible squares...'' |
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434 | (1) |
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``Everything comes back to me again...'' |
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435 | (1) |
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``And in memory, as if in a carved chest...'' |
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435 | (1) |
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``I am greeting my third spring...'' |
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435 | (1) |
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``I haven't been here for seven hundred years...'' |
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436 | (1) |
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436 | (1) |
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``As in a dining hall...'' |
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437 | (1) |
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One More Lyrical Digression |
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437 | (2) |
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``I was on the edge of something...'' |
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438 | (1) |
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``And I am standing on the threshold...'' |
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439 | (1) |
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``When the moon lies like a slice of Chardush melon...'' |
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439 | (1) |
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``Those lynx eyes of yours, Asia...'' |
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440 | (8) |
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``As if on someone's command...'' |
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440 | (1) |
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``I will remember the roof of stars...'' |
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440 | (1) |
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``For hundreds of versts...'' |
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441 | (1) |
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``With a white stone I'll record this day...'' |
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441 | (1) |
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``It's spring at the airdrome...'' |
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441 | (1) |
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442 | (1) |
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442 | (1) |
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443 | (1) |
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443 | (1) |
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``What is war, what is plague?'' |
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444 | (1) |
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``Gold rusts and steel decays...'' |
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444 | (1) |
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``In every tree, the crucified Lord...'' |
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445 | (1) |
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445 | (1) |
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``... And in this breeze...'' |
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445 | (1) |
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``It is stingy, and rich...'' |
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445 | (1) |
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446 | (1) |
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446 | (1) |
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``And my heart was replete...'' |
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446 | (1) |
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``I don't weep for myself now...'' |
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447 | (1) |
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``Glances more fiery than fire...'' |
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447 | (1) |
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``And fame floated like a swan...'' |
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447 | (1) |
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448 | (1) |
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449 | (1) |
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``All the souls of my loved ones...'' |
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449 | (1) |
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``Like the fifth act of a drama...'' |
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450 | (1) |
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451 | (1) |
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452 | (1) |
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Inscription on a Portrait |
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452 | (4) |
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``As if on the rim of a cloud...'' |
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453 | (1) |
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``Sounds die away in the ether...'' |
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454 | (1) |
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``For so long I hated...'' |
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454 | (1) |
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``You know yourself that I'm not going to celebrate...'' |
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454 | (1) |
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``We hadn't breathed the poppies' somnolence...'' |
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455 | (1) |
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Sweetbrier in Blossom ``Instead of good wishes for the holiday...'' |
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456 | (9) |
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456 | (1) |
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457 | (1) |
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457 | (1) |
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458 | (1) |
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458 | (1) |
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459 | (1) |
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``Along the road where Donskoy...'' |
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460 | (1) |
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``You invented me. There is no such earthly being...'' |
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460 | (1) |
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461 | (1) |
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``Let whoever wants to, relax in the south...'' |
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462 | (1) |
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``Don't be afraid--I can still portray...'' |
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463 | (1) |
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``You demand poems from me bluntly...'' |
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463 | (1) |
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``And for people this will become...'' |
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464 | (1) |
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``One walks in a straight line...'' |
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465 | (1) |
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``And that heart no longer responds...'' |
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465 | (1) |
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``...And the man who means...'' |
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466 | (1) |
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``Here it is, fruitful autumn!'' |
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466 | (1) |
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Before Not Sending a Poem |
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467 | (2) |
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467 | (1) |
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468 | (1) |
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468 | (1) |
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Midnight Verses In Place of a Dedication |
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469 | (6) |
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Elegy Before the Coming of Spring |
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469 | (1) |
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470 | (1) |
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Through the Looking Glass |
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471 | (1) |
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472 | (1) |
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472 | (1) |
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473 | (1) |
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473 | (2) |
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474 | (1) |
| ODD NUMBER |
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475 | (1) |
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476 | (1) |
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476 | (1) |
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477 | (1) |
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``It's as if I heard a distant voice...'' |
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478 | (1) |
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``Don't threaten me with a terrible fate...'' |
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478 | (4) |
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``Oh, woe is me! They have burned you down...'' |
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479 | (1) |
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``The leaves of this willow withered...'' |
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479 | (1) |
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Roadside Song, Or a Voice from the Dark |
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480 | (1) |
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481 | (1) |
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481 | (1) |
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482 | (1) |
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From the Cycle ``Tashkent Pages'' |
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482 | (1) |
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483 | (1) |
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Picture on a Book of Poems |
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484 | (1) |
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485 | (3) |
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``It's time to forget the uproar of camels...'' |
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485 | (1) |
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``And rummaging in black memory...'' |
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486 | (1) |
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``He is right-once again streetlight...'' |
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486 | (1) |
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A Small Page from Antiquity |
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487 | (1) |
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487 | (1) |
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``The `unforgettable dates' are approaching again...'' |
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488 | (1) |
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``If everyone in the world...'' |
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489 | (1) |
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``And once more the autumn blasts like Tamerlane...'' |
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490 | (1) |
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To the Memory of the Poet |
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``Yesterday the inimitable voice fell silent...'' |
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490 | (1) |
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``Like the little daughter of blind Oedipus...'' |
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491 | (1) |
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491 | (2) |
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493 | (1) |
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493 | (1) |
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494 | (1) |
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``Despite all the vows...'' |
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495 | (1) |
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To the Memory of V S. Sreznevskaya |
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495 | (1) |
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496 | (1) |
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``This land, although not my native land...'' |
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496 | (5) |
| EPIC AND DRAMATIC FRAGMENTS AND LONG POEMS |
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501 | (4) |
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``At that time I was a guest upon the earth...'' |
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501 | (2) |
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``Having forsaken my homeland's sacred groves...'' |
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503 | (1) |
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``Night came on and in the dark blue sky...'' |
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504 | (1) |
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Fragment from... ``The Russian Trianon'' |
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505 | (2) |
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507 | (12) |
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508 | (2) |
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``So here it is-that autumn landscape...'' |
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510 | (1) |
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511 | (2) |
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``There are three ages to memories...'' |
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513 | (1) |
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514 | (1) |
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``It was dreadful to live in that house...'' |
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515 | (2) |
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``And I have been silent, silent for thirty years...'' |
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517 | (2) |
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Lyrical Digression on the Seventh Elegy |
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519 | (2) |
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521 | (9) |
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530 | (11) |
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``Certainly no one in the world...'' |
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535 | (1) |
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``... I was the one forbidden book...'' |
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535 | (1) |
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``Though you are three times more beautiful than angels...'' |
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536 | (1) |
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``And you know, I agree to everything...'' |
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537 | (1) |
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``Because I shared the primal darkness with you...'' |
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537 | (1) |
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``However many tortures the other invented for me...'' |
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538 | (1) |
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``This paradise, in which we did not sin...'' |
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538 | (1) |
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``You frighten with caresses...'' |
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538 | (1) |
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``Do not take yourself by the hand...'' |
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539 | (1) |
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``Release me if just for a minute...'' |
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539 | (1) |
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``The world never perceived such poverty...'' |
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539 | (1) |
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``We tasted the forbidden knowledge...'' |
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539 | (2) |
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541 | (41) |
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Additions (Stanzas not included in the text of Poem Without a Hero, and poems relating to its composition) |
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582 | (11) |
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Portfolio: The Artist's Muse |
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593 | (22) |
| UNCOLLECTED POEMS AND FRAGMENTS 1904-1917 |
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``I plucked lilies, lovely and fragrant...'' |
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615 | (1) |
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``I walked with you over the black abyss...'' |
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615 | (1) |
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``Oh, hush! these strange, thrilling words...'' |
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616 | (1) |
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``I know how to love...'' |
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616 | (1) |
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Spring Air Imperiously Courageous |
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617 | (1) |
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``On his hands are lots of shining rings...'' |
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617 | (1) |
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``My night-feverish ravings about you...'' |
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618 | (1) |
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619 | (1) |
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``Either I stayed with you...'' |
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619 | (1) |
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620 | (1) |
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``They came and said: `Your brother died.''' |
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620 | (1) |
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``For you, Aphrodite, I'll compose a dance...'' |
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621 | (1) |
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``In my room lives a beautiful...'' |
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621 | (1) |
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``On the little table, tea, rich pastries...'' |
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622 | (1) |
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`` `I am fatal for those who are tender and young...'' |
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622 | (1) |
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``For a long time I stood at Hell's heavy gates...'' |
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623 | (1) |
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623 | (1) |
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623 | (1) |
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624 | (1) |
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``The old oak rustles about the past...'' |
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625 | (1) |
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``You are with me again...'' |
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625 | (1) |
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``In the corner an old man resembling a ram...'' |
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626 | (1) |
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``When we die it won't become darker...'' |
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627 | (1) |
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``You've spent the whole day at the window...'' |
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627 | (1) |
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``As if with a huge, heavy hammer...'' |
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628 | (1) |
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``Come and take a look at me...'' |
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628 | (1) |
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629 | (1) |
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``The corolla's needles catch fire...'' |
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629 | (1) |
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``We will still add to this...'' |
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629 | (1) |
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``In your fine hand you are writing Lise...'' |
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630 | (1) |
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630 | (1) |
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``I won't say anything, I won't open the door...'' |
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631 | (1) |
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632 | (1) |
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``I saw the field after the hail...'' |
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633 | (1) |
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``And the fever at evening...'' |
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634 | (1) |
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``Beyond the hazy pattern of the windowpanes...'' |
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634 | (1) |
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``I'm not embarrassed by offensive remarks...'' |
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635 | (1) |
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``And through everything and every moment...'' |
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635 | (1) |
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``He smiled, standing on the threshold...'' |
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635 | (1) |
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``Like someone who has left by the western gate...'' |
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636 | (1) |
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636 | (1) |
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``How long the New Year's holiday...'' |
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636 | (1) |
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``Empty white Yuletide...'' |
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637 | (1) |
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To Tamara Platonovna Karsavina |
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637 | (1) |
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``Some great misfortune happened to me here...'' |
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638 | (1) |
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``Nowhere did I find my beloved...'' |
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638 | (1) |
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``From you came uneasiness...'' |
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639 | (1) |
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``You, the leader, standing by the spring...'' |
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640 | (1) |
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``... it is the one who gave me the zither...'' |
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640 | (1) |
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``The bare, bleak days pass, peacefully...'' |
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641 | (1) |
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641 | (1) |
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``The evening bell on the monastery wall...'' |
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642 | (1) |
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``Flowers, cold from the dew...'' |
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642 | (1) |
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``He did not kill, did not curse...'' |
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643 | (1) |
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643 | (1) |
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``It's time to buy land...'' |
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644 | (1) |
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``They are bearing someone's yellow coffin out...'' |
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644 | (1) |
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``Because sin is what I glorified...'' |
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644 | (1) |
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``In the interval between thunderstorms...'' |
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645 | (1) |
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``I don't like flowers...'' |
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645 | (1) |
|
``And in the Kievian church of Divine Wisdom...'' |
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646 | (1) |
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``On the right, the Dneiper...'' |
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646 | (1) |
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647 | (1) |
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``With the first sound falling from the piano...'' |
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647 | (1) |
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``If the moon does not wander through the sky...'' |
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648 | (1) |
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``Marvelous destiny named us...'' |
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649 | (1) |
|
``...You can't make a soul mortal...'' |
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649 | (1) |
|
``You won't divine it immediately...'' |
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649 | (1) |
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``In the city of the gatekeeper of paradise...'' |
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650 | (1) |
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``In this church I heard the Canon...'' |
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650 | (1) |
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650 | (7) |
| 1919-1941 |
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``I am bitter and old...'' |
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657 | (1) |
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``The tomtits sing well...'' |
|
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657 | (1) |
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``Good fortune flew away from me...'' |
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657 | (1) |
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``Isn't it strange that we knew him?'' |
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658 | (1) |
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``A light beer has been brewed...'' |
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658 | (1) |
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``That evening should be put to death...'' |
|
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658 | (1) |
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``Hello, Piter. It's bad, old boy...'' |
|
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659 | (1) |
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``The devil didn't betray me...'' |
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660 | (1) |
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``How boring to have to defend...'' |
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660 | (1) |
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``It has been seven years...'' |
|
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661 | (1) |
|
``I will not profane my lips with your name...'' |
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661 | (1) |
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``Here the most beautiful girls fight...'' |
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661 | (1) |
|
``It would be so easy to abandon this life...'' |
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662 | (1) |
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``And you will forgive me everything...'' |
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662 | (1) |
|
``Forgive me, that I manage badly...'' |
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662 | (1) |
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663 | (1) |
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``And I will wander here at night...'' |
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663 | (1) |
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``Ah! -- where are those islands...'' |
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663 | (1) |
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``Why did you poison the water...'' |
|
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664 | (1) |
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664 | (1) |
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665 | (1) |
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``And I am not at all a prophet...'' |
|
|
665 | (1) |
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Imitation from the Armenian |
|
|
665 | (1) |
|
``...I know I can't move from this place...'' |
|
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666 | (1) |
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``To the New Year! To new bitterness!'' |
|
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666 | (1) |
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667 | (1) |
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``I put my curly-haired son to bed...'' |
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667 | (2) |
|
|
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669 | (1) |
|
|
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669 | (1) |
|
``And here, in defiance of the fact...'' |
|
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670 | (1) |
|
``The neighbor, out of pity...'' |
|
|
671 | (1) |
|
``And all those whom my heart won't forget...'' |
|
|
671 | (1) |
|
``What I am doing, everyone is capable of doing...'' |
|
|
672 | (1) |
|
``Such a thunderstorm...'' |
|
|
673 | (4) |
| 1941-MAY 1945 |
|
|
``To live-as if in freedom...'' |
|
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677 | (1) |
|
|
|
|
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677 | (1) |
|
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677 | (1) |
|
``Even though the signal fire is not burning...'' |
|
|
678 | (1) |
|
``And of everything earthly there remained...'' |
|
|
678 | (1) |
|
|
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678 | (2) |
|
``It's amusing for you, under the floorboards...'' |
|
|
680 | (1) |
|
|
|
680 | (1) |
|
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|
680 | (1) |
|
``My eyes don't move from the horizon...'' |
|
|
681 | (1) |
|
``Leningrad blue eyes...'' |
|
|
681 | (1) |
|
``We will go to Samarkand to die...'' |
|
|
681 | (1) |
|
``When out of habit I say...'' |
|
|
682 | (1) |
|
``And the double in the mirror conceals...'' |
|
|
682 | (1) |
|
Inscription on the Poem ``Triptych'' |
|
|
682 | (1) |
|
Postscript to ``The Leningrad Cycle'' |
|
|
683 | (1) |
|
(Another Postscript to the ``Leningrad Cycle'') |
|
|
683 | (1) |
|
|
|
684 | (1) |
|
``De profundis... My generation tasted little honey...'' |
|
|
684 | (1) |
|
``You, Asia--motherland of motherlands!'' |
|
|
685 | (1) |
|
|
|
686 | (1) |
|
``Can it be I'm no longer the one. ..'' |
|
|
686 | (1) |
|
``Our feelings then were so much alike...'' |
|
|
687 | (1) |
|
``... For the lily-of-the-valley month of May...'' |
|
|
687 | (1) |
|
``Our boys, they defended us...'' |
|
|
687 | (1) |
|
|
|
688 | (1) |
|
``If, when I flew, overtaking the sun...'' |
|
|
688 | (1) |
|
``Because of the strange lyrics...'' |
|
|
689 | |
|
Additions to the Cycle ``Victory'' |
|
|
688 | (2) |
|
``There's a silhouette of Faust in the distance...'' |
|
|
690 | (1) |
|
``There's something wrong with me again...'' |
|
|
691 | (1) |
|
``The one people once called...'' |
|
|
691 | (4) |
| SEPTEMBER 1945-1956 |
|
|
``I wouldn't have known how the quince tree blossoms...'' |
|
|
695 | (1) |
|
``Let a wave of music crash...'' |
|
|
696 | (1) |
|
``And the sly crescent moon...'' |
|
|
696 | (1) |
|
``At great expense and unexpectedly...'' |
|
|
696 | (1) |
|
``I bid farewell to everyone...'' |
|
|
697 | (1) |
|
``With the rabble in a ditch...'' |
|
|
697 | (1) |
|
|
|
698 | (1) |
|
|
|
698 | (1) |
|
``Everyone left and no one returned...'' |
|
|
699 | (1) |
|
|
|
700 | (1) |
|
``I don't have special claims...'' |
|
|
701 | (1) |
|
|
|
702 | (1) |
|
``Ah, for you Russian is not enough...'' |
|
|
702 | (1) |
|
``Regarding myself as a mere echo...'' |
|
|
702 | (1) |
|
From the Cycle ``Secrets of the Craft'' |
|
|
703 | (1) |
|
From the Cycle ``Burnt Notebook'' |
|
|
703 | (1) |
|
``Others go off with their loved ones...'' |
|
|
704 | (1) |
|
|
|
705 | (1) |
|
``Even that voice will not deceive me...'' |
|
|
705 | (1) |
|
``I am drawn to the roads around Moscow...'' |
|
|
706 | (5) |
| 1957-1966 |
|
|
``They will forget?-How astonishing!'' |
|
|
711 | (1) |
|
``In vain you fling at my feet...'' |
|
|
711 | (1) |
|
|
|
712 | (1) |
|
``It's no wonder that sometimes my unruly verse...'' |
|
|
713 | (1) |
|
``At least today give me a call...'' |
|
|
713 | (1) |
|
``Chopin's Polonaise is passing once more...'' |
|
|
714 | (1) |
|
``Away from me, as from that countess...'' |
|
|
714 | (1) |
|
``All the unburied ones-I buried them...'' |
|
|
715 | (1) |
|
``To bequeath to some wild violin...'' |
|
|
715 | (1) |
|
``And you will be one of those old women...'' |
|
|
715 | (1) |
|
``And everyone followed me, my readers...'' |
|
|
715 | (1) |
|
|
|
716 | (1) |
|
``Don't disturb my life...'' |
|
|
716 | (1) |
|
``This is neither old nor new...'' |
|
|
717 | (1) |
|
|
|
718 | (1) |
|
``But I didn't give you the ring...'' |
|
|
718 | (1) |
|
``I threw thousands of bell-towers...'' |
|
|
718 | (1) |
|
``It's not that I am searching for you...'' |
|
|
719 | (1) |
|
``I was captivated by mistake...'' |
|
|
719 | (1) |
|
|
|
720 | (1) |
|
|
|
720 | (1) |
|
``For a long time I haven't believed in telephones...'' |
|
|
721 | (1) |
|
|
|
721 | (1) |
|
|
|
722 | (1) |
|
|
|
722 | (1) |
|
``You are to live, but I, not very much longer...'' |
|
|
723 | (1) |
|
``And it is impossible to take from them...'' |
|
|
724 | (1) |
|
``And the mad face of black music...'' |
|
|
724 | (1) |
|
``What is separation to us?-A jaunty game...'' |
|
|
724 | (1) |
|
``These praises for me are not due to rank...'' |
|
|
725 | (1) |
|
|
|
725 | (1) |
|
``Somebody's voice can be heard by the porch...'' |
|
|
726 | (1) |
|
``What? Only ten years, you're joking, my Lord!'' |
|
|
726 | (1) |
|
``You were the first to yield...'' |
|
|
726 | (1) |
|
``And she could have done this...'' |
|
|
726 | (1) |
|
``Like someone mute and blind and deaf...'' |
|
|
727 | (1) |
|
|
|
727 | (1) |
|
|
|
727 | (1) |
|
``And he lures me with youth, and promises fame...'' |
|
|
728 | (1) |
|
|
|
729 | (1) |
|
``And the flock of pansies...'' |
|
|
729 | (1) |
|
``Under the cherished maple...'' |
|
|
730 | (1) |
|
``No, we didn't suffer together in vain...'' |
|
|
730 | (1) |
|
``Sickness has kept me languishing...'' |
|
|
731 | (1) |
|
|
|
731 | (1) |
|
``Prayerful days in the hospital...'' |
|
|
732 | (1) |
|
``You were right not to take me along...'' |
|
|
732 | (1) |
|
``You won't have to answer for me...'' |
|
|
732 | (1) |
|
|
|
733 | (1) |
|
|
|
733 | (1) |
|
The Publication of a Book |
|
|
734 | (1) |
|
``And the northern news...'' |
|
|
735 | (1) |
|
|
|
735 | (1) |
|
``What do we have in common?'' |
|
|
736 | (1) |
|
``Perhaps afterwards you hated me...'' |
|
|
736 | (1) |
|
``Everyone, even the uninvited...'' |
|
|
737 | (1) |
|
``How forgetful life is, and death...'' |
|
|
737 | (1) |
|
|
|
737 | (1) |
|
|
|
738 | (1) |
|
``An unforeseen evil befell...'' |
|
|
738 | (1) |
|
``And it was so good this summer...'' |
|
|
739 | (1) |
|
``From the burial mound's deadly vault...'' |
|
|
739 | (1) |
|
|
|
740 | (1) |
|
|
|
740 | (1) |
|
``You-in fact, are somebody's husband...'' |
|
|
741 | (1) |
|
``Everything in Moscow in steeped in verses...'' |
|
|
742 | (1) |
|
``Leave me alone with music...'' |
|
|
742 | (1) |
|
``I'm playing the very game...'' |
|
|
743 | (1) |
|
``...and to die in haughty consciousness...'' |
|
|
743 | (1) |
|
|
|
743 | (1) |
|
|
|
744 | (4) |
|
``I'm walking again in the thickets of night...'' |
|
|
748 | (1) |
|
|
|
748 | (1) |
|
|
|
749 | (1) |
|
Christmastime (December 24) |
|
|
749 | (1) |
|
From the Diary of a Traveller |
|
|
750 | (1) |
|
|
|
750 | (1) |
|
``But who would have thought that Sixty-Four...'' |
|
|
751 | (1) |
|
``The violent wine of lechery...'' |
|
|
751 | (1) |
|
|
|
751 | (1) |
|
``And as music began to sound...'' |
|
|
752 | (1) |
|
``We learned not to meet anymore...'' |
|
|
752 | (1) |
|
``I am going where nothing is needed...'' |
|
|
752 | (1) |
|
``Only life is forgetful...'' |
|
|
752 | (1) |
|
``The aria Zibelia is still suffering there...'' |
|
|
753 | (1) |
|
``Who sent him here... '' |
|
|
753 | (1) |
|
``It's not being with you that comforts me...'' |
|
|
753 | (1) |
|
``Torment proved to be my muse...'' |
|
|
753 | (1) |
|
``And your dome was not touched with the gold...'' |
|
|
753 | (1) |
|
``And the harsh sounds became damp...'' |
|
|
754 | (1) |
|
``Off in the distance hung some sort of bridge...'' |
|
|
754 | (1) |
|
``So we lowered our eyes...'' |
|
|
754 | (1) |
|
``And you will love me all your life...'' |
|
|
755 | (1) |
|
|
|
755 | (1) |
|
``Let the Australian sit down, invisible...'' |
|
|
756 | (1) |
|
|
|
757 | (1) |
|
``And my sonnet arises...'' |
|
|
757 | (1) |
|
¦ ``Ice is growing on the windowpanes...'' |
|
|
758 | (1) |
|
``I am still at home today...'' |
|
|
758 | (1) |
|
|
|
759 | (1) |
|
``Strain both your voice and hearing...'' |
|
|
759 | (1) |
|
``I lift the receiver-I say my name...'' |
|
|
759 | (1) |
|
``She replaced the receiver...'' |
|
|
760 | (1) |
|
``And I go about my own house...'' |
|
|
760 | (1) |
|
``No, not chess, not tennis...'' |
|
|
760 | (1) |
|
``It is terrifying to be praised by you...'' |
|
|
761 | (1) |
|
``And a strange companion was sent to me by hell...'' |
|
|
761 | (1) |
|
``I don't know what was guiding me...'' |
|
|
761 | (1) |
|
``There's no way for me to take flight...'' |
|
|
761 | (1) |
|
``You loved me and pitied me...'' |
|
|
762 | (1) |
|
``Stop it, I was like all of them...'' |
|
|
762 | (1) |
|
``And I have no claims...'' |
|
|
762 | (1) |
|
``Sooner than anything, love turns to mortal ashes...'' |
|
|
763 | (1) |
|
``... that rhymes with blood...'' |
|
|
763 | (1) |
|
To the Defenders of Stalin |
|
|
763 | (1) |
|
``They swore by the Hammer and Sickle...'' |
|
|
764 | (1) |
|
``Not to a secret pavilion...'' |
|
|
764 | (1) |
|
``In sorrows, in passions...'' |
|
|
764 | (1) |
|
``Oh, how your grandfathers loved me...'' |
|
|
764 | (1) |
|
``The poet is not a person...'' |
|
|
765 | (1) |
|
``Don't lie to me, don't lie to me...'' |
|
|
765 | (1) |
|
``Soon I will leave you...'' |
|
|
765 | (1) |
|
``What is lurking in the mirror? Grief...'' |
|
|
765 | (1) |
|
``You cranks, you could have chosen...'' |
|
|
766 | (1) |
|
``By turning endings into beginnings...'' |
|
|
766 | (1) |
|
``Not in vain did I bear...'' |
|
|
766 | (1) |
|
``Waiting for him gives me more pleasure...'' |
|
|
766 | (1) |
|
``The hostess is rosy cheeked...'' |
|
|
767 | (1) |
|
|
|
767 | (1) |
|
``Luring with the Pied Piper's flute...'' |
|
|
767 | (1) |
|
``Speechlessness became my home...'' |
|
|
767 | (1) |
|
|
|
768 | (1) |
|
Stravinsky's ``Jeremiah'' |
|
|
768 | (1) |
|
``And in the depths of music...'' |
|
|
768 | (1) |
|
``Don't give me anything to remember you by...'' |
|
|
769 | (1) |
|
``Pray, at night, that you won't...'' |
|
|
769 | (1) |
|
``...But there is no power more formidable...'' |
|
|
769 | (1) |
|
``Necessity herself has finally submitted...'' |
|
|
769 | (2) |
| Notes to Poems |
|
771 | (100) |
| Notes to ``Mirrors and Masks'' |
|
871 | (6) |
| Appendix: ``In Praise of Peace'' |
|
877 | (10) |
| Index to Poems--By Source |
|
887 | (22) |
| Index of Titles & First Lines |
|
909 | (30) |
| Index of Proper Names |
|
939 | (6) |
| Select Bibliography |
|
945 | (4) |
| Biographical Notes |
|
949 | |