Даже имя твое мне презренно...
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By Alexander Blok
The black blood
3
Even your name to me is contemptible,
But when you blink and squint your eyes,
I hear the howl of a multyfoamy stream,
And from a desert - the rainstorm comes.
The golden and brown eye - is silent,
The thin fingers seek for a throat...
Come. Creep up. I shall strike -
And, as a cat, you shall curve...
30 january 1914