Here you will find the Poem The Pine Of Reminiscence of poet Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky
I see always the page that is filled on By the muddy-black blotches of ink. I am able from men to be hidden, But to where could I run from night?s brink? All that live has become so distant, That didn?t come ? so perfectly watched, And forgotten lines merge from that instant Till next dawn into many a blotch. I?m all there ? in impossible answers, Where the letters of dreams loom in sight? I like children to be in a house ? And these children to cry in the night.
