Night as night, and street is empty.
As in old times!
Whom for you were that times innocent,
Proud far?
Only the moisture dark falls its drops from eaves,
And I myself
Am going to challenge with a spiteful feeling
To the heaven.
All are surely aware of the happiness
To be failed.
And again are grabbing pistols
In their hands!
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And again, smiling and crying,
They live fine!
Day - as day; solution's found:
All will DIE!
4 nov 1908
Ночь - как ночь... - перевод А. Блока
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