Today is the birthday of Aleksandr Blok, or in Old Style 16 November.
A little poem from 1912
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.
Night, the street, the lamp, the drugstore,
The senseless and dreary light.
If you live on another quarter century
All will be the same. There's no escape.
You'll die - and then begin it all again
And you'll repeat it all, as of old:
The night, the icy ripples on the canal,
The drugstore, the street, the lamp.
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