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Here crow on the roof sloping
So in the winter and left shaggy…

But already in the air - springtime Bells.
Even the spirit engaged in the crow…

Suddenly jumped sideways silly Skok,
Down on the ground, she looks sideways,

That whitens the gentle grass?
Won a yellow brimstone shop

Last year's wet shaving…
This is all the crow - toys,

And we are so happy with a raven,
that spring, and breathe it freely!..

25 October 1912

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All poems of Alexander Blok

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