by Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
There are better or worse than me
Peoples or gods, and there may be
In everyone - the fire sprouts,
In everyone - the grief of clouds.
And everyone will burn the other one,
Then extuinguish the fire,
And everyone will sadly sigh,
While looking into each's eye.
Let I'll be the tzar over myself,
Let it be with me - all my anger.
For then I'll see above the chaos
Such a dazzling and shining girls' features!
I'll create my life only by myself,
I'll ruin by myself my life.
I'll look at a dawn and together
With those whom I fall into love.
September 1906
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