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Anna Akhmatova. To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling...
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Anna Akhmatova. Cuckoo
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Anna Akhmatova. I hear the oriole`s...
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Anna Akhmatova. Three times she tortured me like this...
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Anna Akhmatova. The high vault is bluer...
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Anna Akhmatova. Seaside Sonnet
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Anna Akhmatova. To Londoners
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Anna Akhmatova. For Osip Mandelstam
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Anna Akhmatova. The mysterious spring still thrills...
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Anna Akhmatova. Music
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Anna Akhmatova. In memoriam
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Anna Akhmatova. With you, I will not drink wine...
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Anna Akhmatova. One goes in straightforward ways...
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Anna Akhmatova. Not weeks, not months...
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Anna Akhmatova. Grey-eyed king
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Anna Akhmatova. I am fatal for those who are tender and young...
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Anna Akhmatova. No bliss or happiness is needed...
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Anna Akhmatova. There’s hardly any body left...
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Anna Akhmatova. The Muse
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Anna Akhmatova. Gift of forgiveness...
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Anna Akhmatova. Pledge
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Anna Akhmatova. Pushkin
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Anna Akhmatova. To Tamara Karsavina
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Anna Akhmatova. Who knows what such fame is like!
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Anna Akhmatova. For Alexander Blok
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Anna Akhmatova. By our doors Great Victory stay...
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Anna Akhmatova. March Elegy
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Anna Akhmatova. The Poet
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Anna Akhmatova. In the Presence of Music
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Anna Akhmatova. August 1940
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Anna Akhmatova. If all who have begged help...
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Anna Akhmatova. Here Pushkin`s endless exile has begun...
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Anna Akhmatova. For Dmitri Shostakovich
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Anna Akhmatova. The Reader
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Anna Akhmatova. The Last Poem
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Anna Akhmatova. The wind is stifling and parching...
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Anna Akhmatova. That’s how I am...
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Anna Akhmatova. The last sonnet
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Anna Akhmatova. Dante
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Anna Akhmatova. Voronezh
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Anna Akhmatova. Forgotten? I’m not even wondered!..
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Anna Akhmatova. From A Burnt Notebook
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Anna Akhmatova. They wiped your slate...
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Anna Akhmatova. You imagined me. Such isn’t in the world...
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Anna Akhmatova. Madmen! I don`t really know...
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Anna Akhmatova. In memory of Mikhail Bulgakov
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Innokenty Annensky. Amid the Worlds
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Innokenty Annensky. The Autumnal Romance
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Innokenty Annensky. To the Poet
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Innokenty Annensky. In march
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Innokenty Annensky. Rain
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Innokenty Annensky. Distant hands
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Innokenty Annensky. Winter Sky
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Innokenty Annensky. August. Page 1
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Innokenty Annensky. August. Page 2
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Innokenty Annensky. Daughter of Jaïrus
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Yevgeny Baratynsky. My talent is pitiful, my voice not loud...
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Demyan Bedny. Enemies of the 5-Year Plan
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Olga Bergholz. A fragment
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Alexander Blok. The Stranger
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Alexander Blok. The spring is breaking river ice...
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Alexander Blok. A girl sang in the church choir...
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Alexander Blok. The Poets
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Alexander Blok. You sought no friends! Alone, you lived your life...
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Alexander Blok. Gamajun, the Prophetic Bird
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Alexander Blok. Russia. Page 1
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Alexander Blok. Russia. Page 2
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Alexander Blok. There are better or worse than me...
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Alexander Blok. I сome to the window again...
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Alexander Blok. I am a boy, I light a candle...
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Alexander Blok. The Factory
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Alexander Blok. Flaming signs of the mystery grow...
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Alexander Blok. The house next door has yellow windows...
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Alexander Blok. Foreseeing you, as years are passing by...
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Alexander Blok. Oh no! You cannot disenchant my heart...
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Joseph Brodsky. In villages God does not live only...
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Joseph Brodsky. I’ve raised a statue to myself that’s some...
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Sasha Chorny. Lullaby
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Korney Chukovsky. Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben...
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Sergey Esenin. Farewell
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Sergey Esenin. It makes me sad...
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Sergey Esenin. I`m dreaming a black road
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Sergey Esenin. Silly heart, don`t beat!..
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Sergey Esenin. Tips of blue flame are dancing about...
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Sergey Esenin. I left the native home...
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Sergey Esenin. You give me a wake up tomorrow
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Sergey Esenin. The black man
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Sergey Esenin. To Pushkin
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Sergey Esenin. Life is tricky with enchanting pathos...
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Sergey Esenin. The Golden Grove
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Sergey Esenin. No regret I feel, no pain, no sorrow...
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Sergey Esenin. Dog Song. Page 1
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Sergey Esenin. Dog Song. Page 2
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Sergey Esenin. To Klyuev
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Sergey Esenin. Don`t torment me with coldness and stiffness...
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Sergey Esenin. Why is the moon shining so dimly...
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Sergey Esenin. Fresh Snow
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Sergey Esenin. The winter sings
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Sergey Esenin. I am the last poet of the village...
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Sergey Esenin. The crimson light of dawn...
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Sergey Esenin. Now the golden leaves have started spinning...
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Sergey Esenin. Wind, wind, o snowy wind...
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Sergey Esenin. The Stars
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Sergey Esenin. A Village Hut
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Sergey Esenin. Silver road, I wonder where...
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Sergey Esenin. Feather-grass sleeps. Dear plain sleeps also...
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Sergey Esenin. Russia
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Sergey Esenin. Khlopusha`s monologue
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Sergey Esenin. I asked the money changer today...
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Sergey Esenin. In Horossan there are such doors...
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Sergey Esenin. Soviet Russia
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Sergey Esenin. You said that Sa`adi...
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Sergey Esenin. Winter
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Sergey Esenin. Hey there, Russia, mother country...
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Sergey Esenin. The Witch
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Sergey Esenin. Hey there, Russia, mother country...
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Sergey Esenin. O fields of corn, O fields of corn...
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Sergey Esenin. To Kachalov`s Dog
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Sergey Esenin. Al perro de Kachalov
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Sergey Esenin. The evening flares, the cat naps on a beam...
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Sergey Esenin. Here is this happiness — silly...
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Sergey Esenin. Black-earth allotment that savours of sweat...
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Sergey Esenin. Fog covered the distance...
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Sergey Esenin. Head of green tresses...
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Sergey Esenin. Winter
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Sergey Esenin. Hooligan`s Confession
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Sergey Esenin. Oh my dear maple...
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Sergey Esenin. I will not be wandering about...
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Sergey Esenin. Indescribable blueness and gentleness...
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Sergey Esenin. The Night
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Sergey Esenin. Sunrise
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Sergey Esenin. The red evening is settling along the road...
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Sergey Esenin. A Letter to Mother
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Sergey Esenin. My darling`s hands — a pair of swans...
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Sergey Esenin. Blue is the fog, the expanse is snow-bound...
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Sergey Esenin. Sun’s golden arc...
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Sergey Esenin. Drowsy feather-grass. Beloved lowlands...
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Sergey Esenin. Blossom wite bird cherries scatter...
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Sergey Esenin. I`m tired of life in my own land...
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Sergey Esenin. Hooligan. Page 1
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Sergey Esenin. Hooligan. Page 2
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Sergey Esenin. Flowers bid goodbye to me...
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Sergey Esenin. I haven`t forgotten you, dearie...
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Sergey Esenin. The disquiet of vaporous moonshine...
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Sergey Esenin. Land to which blue hues and joy belong...
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Afanasy Fet. Alter ego
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Afanasy Fet. Here
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Afanasy Fet. By life tormented, and by cunning hope...
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Afanasy Fet. What grief! The alley`s end...
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Afanasy Fet. The leaves were silent...
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Maxim Gorky. Song of the stormy petrel. Page 1
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Maxim Gorky. Song of the stormy petrel. Page 2
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Sergey Gorodetsky. Spring (the cloisters)
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Nikolay Gumilev. Possessed
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Nikolay Gumilev. War
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Nikolay Gumilev. Like the wind of a happy country...
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Nikolay Gumilev. I fled to the forest from the cities...
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Nikolay Gumilev. The Choice
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Nikolay Gumilev. The Muzhik
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Nikolay Gumilev. The Peasant
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Mikhail Isakovsky. The enemies had burned his house... Page 1
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Mikhail Isakovsky. The enemies had burned his house... Page 2
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Mikhail Isakovsky. Birds of passage fly. Page 1
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Mikhail Isakovsky. Birds of passage fly. Page 1
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Mikhail Isakovsky. A Lonely Accordion
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Mikhail Isakovsky. In a forest near the battle-front
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Mikhail Isakovsky. His home was burned down by foe...
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Mikhail Isakovsky. Katyusha
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Velimir Khlebnikov. If I turn humankind into a clock...
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Velimir Khlebnikov. The naked freedom is coming...
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Ivan Krylov. Elephant and Pug
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Ivan Krylov. The dance of the fishes
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Vasily Lebedev-Kumach. The Sacred War. Page 1
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Vasily Lebedev-Kumach. The Sacred War. Page 2
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Mikhail Lermontov. Death of a poet. Page 1
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Mikhail Lermontov. Death of a poet. Page 2
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Mikhail Lermontov. To the Portrait
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Mikhail Lermontov. Sail
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Mikhail Lermontov. My Country
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Mikhail Lermontov. A Prophecy
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Mikhail Lermontov. A Wish
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Mikhail Lermontov. When the yellowing cornfield is waving...
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Mikhail Lermontov. Alone. Page 1
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Mikhail Lermontov. Alone. Page 2
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Mikhail Lermontov. Gratitude
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Mikhail Lermontov. Love of a Dead Man. Page 1
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Mikhail Lermontov. Love of a Dead Man. Page 2
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Mikhail Lermontov. I look with fear toward the future...
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Mikhail Lermontov. Agreement
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Mikhail Lermontov. There are words
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Mikhail Lermontov. Captive Knight
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Mikhail Lermontov. The Dagger. Page 1
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Mikhail Lermontov. The Dagger. Page 2
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Mikhail Lermontov. The Neighbor
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Mikhail Lermontov. The Angel
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Mikhail Lermontov. Though we have parted, on my breast...
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 1
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 2
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 3
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 4
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 5
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 6
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 7
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 8
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 9
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 10
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 11
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 12
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 13
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 14
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 15
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 16
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 17
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Mikhail Lermontov. Demon. Page 18
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Osip Mandelshtam. Stalin Epigram
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Osip Mandelshtam. Petersburg strophes. Page 1
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Osip Mandelshtam. Petersburg strophes. Page 2
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Osip Mandelshtam. The wooden organ did not roar this evening...
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Osip Mandelshtam. In crystal swampland there is such a violence!..
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Osip Mandelshtam. You want to be like a baby toy...
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Osip Mandelshtam. Half turning round, O sadness...
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Osip Mandelshtam. Tristia
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Osip Mandelshtam. Menagerie. Page 1
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Osip Mandelshtam. Menagerie. Page 2
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Osip Mandelshtam. The Greeks gathered for war...
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Osip Mandelshtam. Let the names of flowery cities...
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Osip Mandelshtam. Venetian Life. Page 1
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Osip Mandelshtam. Venetian Life. Page 2
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Osip Mandelshtam. Goldfinch, friend, I`ll cock my head... Page 1
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Osip Mandelshtam. Goldfinch, friend, I`ll cock my head... Page 2
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Osip Mandelshtam. Heaviness, tenderness — sisters — your marks are the same... Page 1
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Osip Mandelshtam. Heaviness, tenderness — sisters — your marks are the same... Page 2
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Osip Mandelshtam. When Psyche that is life descends...
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Osip Mandelshtam. The Telephone
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Osip Mandelshtam. I must read only children’s books...
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Osip Mandelshtam. The reserve of weak...
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Osip Mandelshtam. Through the dark gypsy camp, the streets of night, I shall be rushing...
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. And could you?
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. Atlantic ocean
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. Lilichka! Page 1
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. A violin and a little nervous
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. Lilichka! Page 2
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. A most extraordinary adventure
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. War is declared
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Vladimir Mayakovsky. To Sergei Yesenin
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Irina Odoevtseva. Ground glass
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Bulat Okudzhava. Years of youth are quickly passing...
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Bulat Okudzhava. The poet has no rivals...
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Bulat Okudzhava. Potion of the danish prince
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Bulat Okudzhava. Francois Villon`s prayer
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Bulat Okudzhava. Goodbye boys
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Sophia Parnok. I anguish as the beasts must anguish...
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Sophia Parnok. When the love of flesh fades...
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Boris Pasternak. February
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Boris Pasternak. Winter Night
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Boris Pasternak. Summer in the City
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Boris Pasternak. To Be Famous...
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Boris Pasternak. We`re few, perhaps three, hellish fellows...
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Boris Pasternak. Nobel Prize
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Boris Pasternak. Spring 1944. Page 1
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Boris Pasternak. Spring 1944. Page 2
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Boris Pasternak. Hamlet
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Boris Pasternak. Eve
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Boris Pasternak. Winter approaches
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Boris Pasternak. Lyubka
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Boris Pasternak. In everything, I want to reach...
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Boris Pasternak. I am finished, but you live on...
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Boris Pasternak. Insomnia
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Boris Pasternak. Hops
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Boris Pasternak. The Earth
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Boris Pasternak. My Sister Life. Page 1
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Boris Pasternak. My Sister Life. Page 2
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Boris Pasternak. Spring
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Boris Pasternak. Hamlet
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Alexander Pushkin. To Scherbinin
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Alexander Pushkin. The rose
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Alexander Pushkin. To the sea. Page 1
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Alexander Pushkin. To the sea. Page 2
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Alexander Pushkin. Invocation. Page 1
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Alexander Pushkin. Invocation. Page 2
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Alexander Pushkin. The Prisoner
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Alexander Pushkin. What means my name to you?..
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Alexander Pushkin. Exegi Monumentum
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Alexander Pushkin. I still recall the wondrous moment...
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Alexander Pushkin. Behold a sower went forth to sow...
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Alexander Pushkin. On hills of Georgia lies the covering of night...
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Alexander Pushkin. To My Nanny
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Alexander Pushkin. To Chaadaev
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Alexander Pushkin. Arion
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Alexander Pushkin. Anchar
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Alexander Pushkin. Message to Siberia
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Alexander Pushkin. When, lost in thought, I roam beyond the city`s bounds...
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Alexander Pushkin. Secular power
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Alexander Pushkin. For one last time my thought embraces...
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 1
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 2
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Alexander Pushkin. Ode to Liberty. Page 1
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Alexander Pushkin. Ode to Liberty. Page 2
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Alexander Pushkin. Devils. Page 1
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Alexander Pushkin. Devils. Page 2
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Alexander Pushkin. Devils. Page 3
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Alexander Pushkin. Devils. Page 4
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Alexander Pushkin. The Delibash
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Alexander Pushkin. Elegy
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 3
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 4
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 5
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 6
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 7
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Alexander Pushkin. Tale of the pope and of his workman Balda. Page 8
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Alexander Pushkin. The Beauty
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Alexander Pushkin. The Tale of Tsar Saltan
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Alexander Pushkin. The Golden Cockerel
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Alexander Pushkin. To a young beauty who has taken snuff
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Alexander Pushkin. My pedigree. Page 1
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Alexander Pushkin. My pedigree. Page 2
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Alexander Pushkin. My pedigree. Page 3
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Nikolay Rubtsov. September
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Nikolay Rubtsov. In a starry night
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Igor Severyanin. And It Passed by the Sea-Shore
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Igor Severyanin. Spring Day
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Gennady Shpalikov. The people change addresses, move...
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Konstantin Simonov. Wait for me...
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Konstantin Simonov. Just wait for me
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Konstantin Simonov. Kill him!
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Konstantin Simonov. Kill him!
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Vladimir Solovyov. If desires fly by like shadows...
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Mikhail Svetlov. Kakhovka
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Arseny Tarkovsky. Valya`s Willow
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Arseny Tarkovsky. Manuscript
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Arseny Tarkovsky. To Marina
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Marina Tsvetaeva. I Like
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Marina Tsvetaeva. August — asters...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. With a red brush...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. A bird in the hand is your name...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. To Fathers
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Marina Tsvetaeva. I know the truth...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. To Osip Mandelstam
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Marina Tsvetaeva. My light tread...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. This my youth! O this my alien youth!..
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Muse
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Soon from swallows — into sorcerers!..
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Marina Tsvetaeva. My Verse
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Marina Tsvetaeva. The Horn of Roland
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Psyche
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Marina Tsvetaeva. An Emigrant
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Strong and wealthy have a hard time...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Like a weak ray through black gloom of the hells...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Cupolas are burning here in Moscow!..
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Marina Tsvetaeva. They thought — just a man!..
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Beneath the plush plaid’s sweet caresses...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. One he created from stone, another from clay...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Love! Precious love! And from the deathbed silence...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Frivolity! — Darling sin...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. P. E. 7. Here`s your roses — pull your hands toward them...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. I have never honored the commandments...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. My ancestor was a rider...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. To be your light-haired little fellow...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Moscow — what a giant...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. Two suns cool down...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. From a Mirror
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Marina Tsvetaeva. The New Year`s Eve, I met then all alone...
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Marina Tsvetaeva. The Prague knight
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Russia cannot be known by the mind...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. The first leaf
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Fyodor Tyutchev. December 14th., 1825
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Evening
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Cicero
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Exists in the autumnal growing...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. We can not divine
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Prophecy
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Unexpectedly and brightly...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Look at the coppice!..
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Fyodor Tyutchev. The forest is entranced...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Holy night has climbed across the sky...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Blue-grey mingling...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Clouds melt in the sky...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Vernal Waters
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Two Voices
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Sad night creeps...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Quiet evening, late in summer...
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Fyodor Tyutchev. Longing, desires still ravage...
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Maximilian Voloshin. Red guard. Page 1
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Maximilian Voloshin. Red guard. Page 3
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Maximilian Voloshin. Red guard. Page 2
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Vasily Zhukovsky. Vengeance