Night, street, lantern, drugstore, A dull and meaningless light. Go on and live another quarter century - Nothing will change. There's no way out. You'll die, then start from the beginning, It will repeat, just like before: Night, icy ripples on a canal, Drugstore, street, lantern. Translated by A. Wachtel, I. Kutik and M. Denner With edits by Yurii Lebedev
Alexander Blok “Night, street, lamp, drugstore...”
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