Here you will find thePoemWhat Grief! The Alley's Endof poet Afanasy Afanasevich Fet
What grief! The alley's end Is lost in snow again today, And once again, the silver snakes Are crawling through the snow. The sky's without a patch of blue, The steppe's completely smooth and white, A single crow is struggling hard To beat its wings against the storm. My soul is frozen as the land, There is no sign of dawning there. My languid thought drops off to sleep Above my slowly dying work. But in my heart still glows a hope That accidentally, perhaps, My soul will once again grow young And see its native home once more, A land where storms may come and go, Where thought is passionate and pure,- And where a chosen few can see How spring and beauty bloom.
