Here you will find the Poem The Candles Are Brought In of poet Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky
Don?t you have the strange vision sometimes (When a dark penetrates in a house) Of another existence for us, Where we live in the other life?s phases? There, a shade?s softly pressed to a shade, And such wonderful minute there hovers, Where as if, through the beams by eyes sent, We unite our bodies and souls. We afraid that a word or a move Would get off this magnificent instant, As if one puts his ear above And recalls us to listen at distance. But as soon as a candle is kindled, Second world would this minute retire? And from eyes through the light?s rays inclined, Shades would run into pale-blue of fire.
