"My spirit is old; and some black lot awaits me On my long road. Some dream accurst, inveterate, suffocates me Still w…"

"When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The fi…"

"O, my Russia! O, wife! The long road is clear to us to the point of pain. Our road – like a Tatar arrow of ancient wi…"

"What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody…"

"Grip your gun like a man, brother! Let's have a crack at Holy Russia, Mother Russia with her big, fat arse! Freedom, …"

"So they march with sovereign tread… Behind them limps the hungry dog, and wrapped in wild snow at their head carrying…"

"Blok was probably the greatest Russian poet since Pushkin; although internationally less well known than Rilke and Va…"

"За чѣмъ, онъ говоритъ ему: Достоинствамъ, уму, Богатство свѣтъ предпочитаетъ?— „Легко, мой другъ! понять: ‎Достоинств…"

"Колумбы Росские, презрев угрюмый рок, Меж льдами новый путь отворят на восток, И наша досягнет в Америку держава."

"Да чего ты у меня просить хочешь. Если только, мой батюшка, не денег, то я всем ссудить тебя могу. Ты знаешь, каковы …"