Behold, this air, made drunk with haze..., by Ilya Shambat Behold, this air, made drunk with haze /
Upon Kremlin's black square — /
Maniacs shake the world in craze, /
And poplars smell of fear.
From wa...
On the black square of the Kremlin..., by Thomas de Waal On the black square of the Kremlin /
the air is drunk with mutiny. /
A shaky ‘peace’ is rocked by rebels, /
the poplars puff seditiously.
The w...