Here you will find the Poem I Thought That the Heart... of poet Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky
I thought that the heart made of stone, That it?s fully empty and dead: Though fire in it had been thrown, It?s not damaged or just upset. And that?s right: it was not tormented, If ? painful, then only a bit, But, yet, it is better to end it, Put out, while you can do it? The heart is in darkness entire, I?ve known: the victory?s mine ? At last, we extinguished the fire? And, yet, in a smoke I die.
