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Rumours about the death of a poet (Aleksandr Khabarov)

…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

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Autumn (Feliks Chechik)

Now she is no-one
and to call her is to lose:
in a bedraggled overcoat
and worn-out old shoes.

A grungy outfit
at December’s turn. 14 more words

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'There is such a feeling...' (Feliks Chechik)

There is such a feeling
from the lines once they cease
like I’ve changed a heart of gold
into a five-kopeck piece.

And in sleepless ignorance… 14 more words

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'They run along Zhivopisnaya...' (Anna Logvinova)

They run along Zhivopisnaya, along Tsentral’naya,
and they run along Sosnovaya–
people who in a breeze of storm force six
would rather be somewhat drier. 23 more words

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Romance without cruelty (Evgeny Lesin)

He was a zealous patriot
But liberal views had she
She went for lectures to the Goths
And desired that evil should be.

He was both stubborn and frenzied… 183 more words

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Hypersensitivity (Evgeny Karasev)

I am getting sentimental with the years–
all kinds of trifles affect me:
a shopping bag at a window
in a dormitory suburb,
discarded shoes. 40 more words

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Our hope (Evgeny Karasev)

I sit by the window.
Through the glass there is autumn.
And also the country
that gives alms and begs.
From a distance it is clearer how we went… 70 more words

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