Here you will find thePoemThose Born In Obscure Timesof poet Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok
Those born in obscure times Do not remember their way. We, children of Russia's frightful years Cannot forget a thing. Incinerating years!, do you bring tidings of madness or of hope? The days of war, the days of freedom Have left a bloody sheen on our faces. There is a muteness - the tocsin bell Has made us close our lips. In our hearts, once so ardent, There is a fateful emptiness. Let the croaking ravens Take flight above our deathbed - O Lord, O Lord, may those more worthy than us, Behold Thy kingdom!
