Ночь, улица, фонарь, аптека.

[un_poet]

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Ночь, улица, фонарь, аптека,
Бессмысленный и тусклый свет.
Живи еще хоть четверть века -
Все будет так. Исхода нет.

Умрешь - начнешь опять сначала
И повторится все, как встарь:
Ночь, ледяная рябь канала,
Аптека, улица, фонарь.

Александр Блок
10 октября 1912

Comments

[asteroid612]

"...
О чем скорбя, в разгаре мая
Вдоль исполинского ствола
На крону смотришь, понимая,
Что мысль в замену чувств пришла?
..."

I am sorry if I am being intrusive -- I left a comment a few days ago to one of your earlier journal entries -- was wondering if you had seen it. Might have a chance to reply? Otherwise preoccupied? Generally uninterested?

NB: Your journal seems interesting to me and while I can appreciate its style and the content without disturbing you, the bilingual aspect and the connection to the russian cultural heritage seems to require some sort of an interactive process :)

[un_poet]

There is no intrusion on your part, I’m sure. This past week was somewhat busy and I was not able to respond timely to your comment. I shall respond shortly, however. In the meantime, I’m curious - what is your connection to the Russian culture and heritage?

[asteroid612]

My family immigrated to the States in 1993 (from Minsk, I was 15). It's been a curious relation and development between the 'old' russian roots and the 'new' American soil :)

[un_poet]

Ah, in that then we have much in common.