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Page 145
... Blok : The silence of the dying grain – A time of radiance in the world . We talked endlessly about Blok . One evening Bagritsky came from Odessa , and recited Blok nearly all night through . Izya and I were silent . We lay on the dark ...
... Blok : The silence of the dying grain – A time of radiance in the world . We talked endlessly about Blok . One evening Bagritsky came from Odessa , and recited Blok nearly all night through . Izya and I were silent . We lay on the dark ...
Page 148
... Blok can do without a gilt frame . And without organ peals or incense . Blok was by nature a prophet . He even had the prophet's hard look in his eyes . He saw the doom of the old world . The seeds of destruction were already coming up ...
... Blok can do without a gilt frame . And without organ peals or incense . Blok was by nature a prophet . He even had the prophet's hard look in his eyes . He saw the doom of the old world . The seeds of destruction were already coming up ...
Page 149
... Blok knew the ways into the kingdom of beauty . He was a giant , of course , he towers above everyone . The only one who rings in the heart as splendidly as a thousand harps . But most people think it matters that he had bentwood chairs ...
... Blok knew the ways into the kingdom of beauty . He was a giant , of course , he towers above everyone . The only one who rings in the heart as splendidly as a thousand harps . But most people think it matters that he had bentwood chairs ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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