Retribution

Another bright cafe and bar'y,
Trading body, "New World",
Sidewalks are teeming with shameless,
But in the lanes - no life,
There's darkness and blizzard howling…
Here the sky took pity - and snow
Suppresses crackling life running,
It carries its own charm…
he winds, spreading, rustles,
He - quiet, eternal and ancient…
The hero of my sweet and innocent,
He and you zaporoshit,
While aimlessly and lonely,
Hardly having buried his father,
you wander, wander without end
In the crowd of sick and lascivious…
Already no feelings, or no thoughts,
The empty Zenica no radiance,
As if the heart of the wanderings
Grown old for ten years…
Here is a timid light lantern drops…
as a woman, from the corner
Here are some flattering creeps…
Here - ingratiate, crept,
And the heart hastily squeezed
inexpressible anguish,
As if a heavy hand
To the ground he ducked and pressed…
And he certainly is not one,
And precisely with someone new together…
Here is a quick pód hill leads
His "Krakóvskoe Suburb";
Here Wisła - snowy hell storm…
Seeking protection behind the houses,
Knocking the cold teeth,
He turned back again…
Opyat scope of Copernicus
Under the snow immersed in thought…
(And next - or each contender -
is yearning…) he right
Rotation - slightly uphill…
For a moment, he slid blind eye
For Orthodox Cathedral…
(Some very important Thief,
it was built, not dostroyl…)
My hero quickly doubled step,
But soon succumbed again -
He was beginning to shiver
Invincible quiver,
(It all painfully intertwined:
Yearning, fatigue and frost…)
Already on the road watch
He wandered along the snow
Without sleep, without rest, without goals…
Subsides evil screeching blizzard,
And coming to Warsaw sleep…
Where else would go? No urine
Wander around the city all night. –
Now there is nobody to help!
Now he is - in the heart of the night!
ABOUT, your eyes is black, night darkness,
And the heart of stone deaf,
Without regret and without hearing,
Like those blinded home!..
Only snow flutters - eternal, White,
Winter - he area osnezhit,
And the dead body zasypet,
Spring - streams run…
But in the mind of my hero
It was almost incoherent ravings…
is… (Trail winds through the snow
One, but their, as it was, two…)
His ears - a vague ringing…
Suddenly - endless fence
Saxony, must be, now…
To her, he leaned quietly…

When you're hunted down and downtrodden
Men, care, il anguish;
When a grave
All, that you captivated, sleeping;
When the Urban Desert,
Desperate and sick,
You go home,
And heavy eyelashes frost,
Then - stop for a moment
Listen to the silence of the night:
Comprehend the life of another hearing,
That day come upon you;
Anew okinesh glance
Dahl snowy streets, fire smoke,
Night, quietly waiting for the morning
over white, fuzzy garden,
And the sky - a book between books;
Find in his heart devastated
Again the image of the mother bent,
And this unparalleled moment -
Patterns on the glass lantern,
Frost, froze the blood,
Your cold love -
All breaks out in the heart of gratitude,
You bless all time,
Having understood, that life - immensely Bole,
Than q u а n t u m s а t i s Brand will,
And the world - perfect, as always.
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1910-1921

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*Street in Warsaw. (Note. A Block)

All poems of Alexander Blok