Poems by Mikhail Lermontov

FIRST BOOK PART ONE. Five O'Clock FAST 1 Walked

Anna Akhmatova anna-ahmatova.su Marina Tsvetaeva cvetaeva.

Although I have the fate of my days on the dawn, On the southern mountains, ottorgnut

Blizzard roars and snow fells, But through the distant wind noise

1 Your name - a bird in the hand, Your name - icicle language

I like, how to breathe. And I know: Two souls in my body began.