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Count Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy, often referred to as A. K. Tolstoy, was a Russian poet, novelist and playwright, considered to be the most important nineteenth-century Russian historical dramatist. He also gained fame for his satirical works, published under his own name (History of the Russian State from Gostomysl to Timashev, The Dream of Councillor Popov) and under the collaborational pen name of Kozma Prutkov.
Early life
A. K. Tolstoy was born in Saint Petersburg to the famed family of Tolstoy. His father, Count Konstantin Petrovich Tolstoy (1780–1870), a son of the army general, was a Russian state assignation bank councilor. His mother, Anna Alekseyevna ... more »
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Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy Poems
Do Not Believe
Do not believe, my dearest, when I say
That I no longer love you.
When the tide ebbs do not believe the sea -
It will return anew.... more »
Don Juan's Serenade
Darkness descends
on Alpujara's golden land.
My guitar invites you,
come out my dear!... more »
If Only I Had Known
If only I had known, had realised,
I would not have looked out of the window
as the dashing young man
rode along our street,... more »
The Wolves
When the church-village slumbers
And the last songs are sung,
When the grey mist arising,... more »
Love's Ebb And Flow
Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish
I say my love for thee exists no more.
At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless;... more »
In Hours Of Ebbing Tide
In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea!
It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow;... more »
Autumn
Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands
Flowerless and bare,
Dizzy whirling yellow leaves... more »
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Do Not Believe
Do not believe, my dearest, when I say
That I no longer love you.
When the tide ebbs do not believe the sea -
It will return anew.
Already I long for you, and passion fills me,
I yield my freedom thus to you once more.
Already the waves return with shouts and glee
To fill again that same belovèd shore.
I was trying to establish relation between this Tolstoy and my favourite Leo Tolstoy but they are separate.