Let the moon shine — the night isn't blond.
May life bring happiness to people,-
In my soul, the spring of love won't
Replace the weather, by storm crippled.
The night spreads over me, the owl,
And answers with a dead stare to meet
A faded gaze of the sick soul,
Covered with the poison, hot and sweet.
In vain, hiding my passions out,
In the chilly darkness before dawn
I'm wandering among the crowd,
Engrossed with the cherished thought alone:
Let the moon shine —the night isn't blond.
May life bring happiness to people,-
In my soul, the spring of love won't
Replace the weather, by storm crippled.
25-26 July, 2024
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Фото: Александр Блок, 1903 г. Фрагмент двойного портрета Менделеева с женой Автор: не указан Источник: Википедия
А. Блок Пусть светит месяц, ночь темна на англ
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