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I Go Out On The Road Alone

Alone I set out on the road;
The flinty path is sparkling in the mist;
The night is still. The desert harks to God,
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  • Mariya Melolonta (5/27/2010 4:32:00 AM)

    the quality of this translation is absolutely despicable.it will not give you the right idea of lermontov`s poem

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  • Nicholas Andreasson (12/15/2007 2:17:00 AM)

    A poem central to Lermontov´s destiny, still it is of general importance to those who feel uncomfortable with the social order to which one is bound. Being a chevalier of imperial cavalry Lermontov wanted all the privilegies including being surrouded by adoring women. But serving imperial power in wars aiming at conquering caucasian tribes and dukedoms - no thanks!

    Nicholas A. Andreasson

  • S. A. S. (1/21/2007 11:39:00 AM)

    a utopia of the grave so to speak...certainly a timeless sentiment

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