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Fyodor Sologub

(1 March 1863 – 5 December 1927 / St. Petersberg)

Poems of Fyodor Sologub

What Are Our Villages

What are our villages, destitute,
Or the whole of time and of space?
Father's mansions exist in a multitude, -
We don't know their name, and their place.

But, while waiting for joys behind earthly skies,
Beside which life is only a dream,
I renounce the sweetness, beguiling us,
I repulse the distress of time streams.

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