Here you will find the Poem The Spring Romance of poet Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky
The river else doesn?t wholly reign, But pale-blue ice is drowned now; And clouds are not blue again, But sun had drunk the snow out. Through a half-opened door, You fret a heart with rustle; though? You are not else in love; but lor! You can?t not fall in love tomorrow.
