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By gates of Eden, Angel, gentle,
Shone with his softly drooped head,
And Demon, gloomy and resentf...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
I like that you are crazy not with me,
I like that I’m not with you crazy, either,
That ne’er ...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
I love my land, but with a queer passion,
My mind isn't able to absorb it, yet!
Nor glory, purchas...
poem by Mikhail Lermontov
What means for you my simple name?
It soon will die as voice of grief --
A wave splash at a distan...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
My child, I dare not, over you,
To start the blessing’s simple citation.
You’re – with your ...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To ...
poem by Hermann Hesse
Don't fear death in earthly travels.
Don't fear enemies or friends.
Just listen to the words of ...
poem by Alexander Blok
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief fr...
poem by Hermann Hesse
You came –
determined,
because I was large,
because I was roaring,
but on close inspection
...
poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky
Many thousand glittering motes
Crowd forward greedily together
In trembling circles.
Extravagantl...
poem by Hermann Hesse
That night was to decide
if she and I
were to be lovers.
Under cover
of darkness
no one would s...
poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everythi...
poem by Hermann Hesse
Their love was so gentle, so long, and surprising,
With pining, so deep, and zeal, like a crazy upr...
poem by Mikhail Lermontov
I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silen...
poem by Hermann Hesse
If all this true, that at the night,
When the living men are sleeping,
And from a sky, a pale moon...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
The storm covers skies in darkness,
Spinning snowy whirlwinds tight,
Now it wails like a beast wil...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
I'm sitting by bars in the damp blackened cell --
The juvenile eagle, who's bred by the jail,
My m...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
‘Well, what is new?’ – ‘I swear nothing else.’ –
‘Hey, don’t cheat me; for sure, so...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
By gates of an abode, blessed,
A man stood, asking for donation,
A beggar, cruelly oppressed
By h...
poem by Mikhail Lermontov
I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul
The former love has never gone away,
But let it not reca...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inactio...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
The drum of war thunders and thunders.
It calls: thrust iron into the living.
From every country
...
poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky
O dreams, my dreams,
Where is your sweetness?
Where are you,
Joy of nightly fleetness?
They’re...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
There is some hour – like a cast off load –
When our proud had been fully tamed.
The learning ...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
Do you remember? In the harbor passive,
Just where green water calmly sleeps,
Set in the column, s...
poem by Alexander Blok
My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantl...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
I wait for you. The years in silence pass
And as the image, one, I wait for you again.

The dist...
poem by Alexander Blok
No, not with you I fell in love so fast,
And not for me your beauty is succeeding;
I love in you m...
poem by Mikhail Lermontov
O, tears that in eyes freeze!
The cry of love and pain!
My Chekhia’s in tears!
In blood is all ...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
Every verse is a child of love,
A destitute bastard slip,
A firstling -- the winds above --
Left ...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
She’s all just harmony and wonder,
Higher than passions and the world,
She rests, with her sweet...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
I’m to believe, but with some fear,
For I haven’t tried it all before,
That every monk could b...
poem by Mikhail Lermontov
I'd tear
like a wolf
at bureaucracy.
For mandates
my respect's but the slightest.
To the devil ...
poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky
The flower, very dry and scentless,
I see in the forgotten book;
And now, with the strangest fanci...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
The faithless shadows of day are running
And high and clear is the call of bells,
Steps of the chu...
poem by Alexander Blok
Near, far off, not here, not there,
In realms of mystic reveries,
In a world invisible to mortal e...
poem by Vladimir Solovyov
The last one of clouds of scattered a tempest,
Just single you’re flying in azure, the prettiest,...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
Triumphing over death from the start
Stilling time's unyielding wheel with love's art,
Eternal Bel...
poem by Vladimir Solovyov
Letter of love so strangely thrilling
With all your countless wonder yet,
Though Time our heart's ...
poem by Nikolay Nekrasov
From ancient times sages were seeking
For the forgotten truth’s footprints.
And they for long we...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
One, forever one! Though in the sleeping temple
There is a hellish glow in the darkness, and thunde...
poem by Vladimir Solovyov
When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane....
quote by Hermann Hesse
You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have nev...
quote by Hermann Hesse
Ye songs of mine! Of universal sorrows
A living witness ye;
Born of the passion of the soul, bewai...
poem by Nikolay Nekrasov
A poet! Do not prize the love of people around,
It soon will pass -- the glorifying hum --
And com...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object....
quote by Hermann Hesse
Let him, who's crowned by the love of charming girls,
Save their features in the sacred golden fold...
poem by Alexander Pushkin
You, whose greatcoats were lithely streaming,
Reminiscent of broad sails,
Whose voice and spurs we...
poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
Oft through my native land I roved before,
But never such a cheerful spirit bore.

When on its mo...
poem by Nikolay Nekrasov
The truth is lived, not taught....
quote by Hermann Hesse
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