two old men run from time to meet
the path of the delta is endless
they spoke on the terrace… 37 more words
Another hundred years will pass, and water will cover all
And instead of poplars it will be the sound of waves
And eccentric Petersburg, step-son of nature… 144 more words
Behind the curtain there hides a local god.
You always talk to him in the dark.
But it’s no use. Either he’s gone quite deaf… 143 more words
…He wasn’t killed in Venice…wounded in the leg;
he crawled along the wall and came out at home, to God–
from hunger and cold, from upheavals of excessive drinking… 280 more words