Lyudmila Purgina Poems

XI
How he could seem to be of new kind,
With joke innocence to strike,
With his despair all to frighten,
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by Mihail Lermontov

I shan't abase before you ever;
And neither greeting, nor reproach
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Echo - the sleepless nympha, were roving along the shore of Penalties.
And Phoebus, having seen her, has falled into passion at once.
Later she suffered the fetus of that strong god's delight;
And later gived birth to a daughter amidst the loquacious naiads
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Confession (to Alina Osipova)

I love thee - though I'm furious with thee,
Though it's a toil and a shame so idle.
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In Paris
by Marina Tsvetaeva

The houses are close to sky,
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In depth of the Siberian ores
Let you keep both the pride and patience,
Your mournful labour won't be lost,
As well as your high thoughts in evidence.
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By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok


Masks.
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By Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

Oh dreams, my dreams,
Where is your sweetness?
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To Anna Akhmatova
By Alexander Blok

'And the beauty is terrible' - You'd be told to, -
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In neighbour house windows're yellow.
In evening time - in evening time
The pensive bolts are creaking plaintively,
The people tend to go inside.
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