Dmitriy Merezhkovskiy Let it be not
Да не будет
There’s neither hope,
Nor there is fear,
The chalice’s full
Up to the brim,
Your mercy seems
Cruel execution …
Put me to death –
That’s Fate supreme.
I do submit
To every instance
And feel so cheerful
To enjoy,
For, in the night
Expired my torment
And at the gate’s –
The butcher’s turn.
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