Lyudmila Purgina Poems

By Osip Mandelstam

In this vague and poignant haze your image
Hardly I can touch with all my hand.
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I like your eyes. They are caressing me,
Forgotten all, with a genuinely pity.
And the rejected friend, buried within,
As mourning, to a black colour's fitted.
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The mossy marble of the regal tombs
Will disappear earlier than words,
In which I had your pretty image stored,
No dust or dirty stick to it at all.
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Marina Tsvetaeva

Do remember me: but more precious
Is the only one hair from my head.
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By Sergei Yesenin

I remember, my darling, remember
All the shine of your hairs flowing.
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The ballad about dreams
by Mikhail Ancharov

In german far and distant land
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A Swan, a Pike and a Crayfish
by Ivan Andreevich Krylov

When there's no a consent in partner's will -
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by Vladimir Kostrov

Don't touch there a genre,
Which is pouring a heat.
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All that is fickle, all occasional
You'd buried in the centuries.
As a nice child you, Ravenna,
Sleep at the eternity's light hands.
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Dortoire in spring [* i.e.Dormitory]
by Marina Tsvetaeva

Oh, the spring dreams which were in a dortoire,
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