Poems by Boris Pasternak

my beauty, Full article, The whole essence of your heart for me

Youth - a retribution. Ibsen PROLOGUE life - without beginning or end.

Trying to tear your soul apart, the complaint bow

For all, for all I thank you: For secret torment

1 black night. White snow. Wind, wind!

1 Your name - a bird in the hand, Your name - icicle language

you laughing… I Smeyusya! (Romance) What, beauty

1. Workers at Reid fringed bat foam, In the afternoon and