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		To enjoy in summer noon By bright sun and blue scopes - To be tortured by an unknown Sadness of the sunny distance... A.Block. 1900
‘...And the endless distance,... and wrench in my heart at seeing the turns of the road, wheer I always had been alone - and united with the Savior...’ A.Block. Letters. Th 18^th of July 1908
		A huge silver poplar Inclined its marquee over the house, It used to meet a new comer By a wall of sweet dog rose. A.Block. ‘Retribution’. 1921
‘There is no bottom in the lake at the Sergeevskaya village. Sometimes the woods with foreign words on them bobbed up - that were the shipwreck. This is the outlet of the ocean’. A.Block. Notes. The 23^rd of July 1908
		You had passed by the blue ways. Mist was curling behind, The evening dusk Turned into the desired blind. A.Block. 1901
There’s no end to the forest paths. But to see before the star Hardly noticeable trace... Ear is listening to the forest blades. A.Block. 1901