From A Voice from the Choir, a poem (1910-1914) by Alexander Blok (1880-1921).
And the last age — the most terrible of all —
both you and I will see.
Foul sin will conceal all the sky;
on everybody’s lips, laughter will freeze —
the grief of non-existence.
Winterings in Trans-Scythia
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Winterings in Trans-Scythia
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