Who is Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok (Russian: Алекса́ндр Алекса́ндрович Бло́к, IPA: [ɐlʲɪˈksandr ɐlʲɪˈksandrəvʲɪtɕ ˈblok] (listen); 28 November [O.S. 16 November] 1880 – 7 August 1921) was a Russian lyrical poet, writer, publicist, playwright, translator and literary critic.

Early life

Blok was born in Saint Petersburg, into an intellectual family of Alexander Lvovich Blok and Alexandra Andreevna Beketova. His father was a law professor in Warsaw, and his maternal grandfather, Andrey Beketov, was a famous botanist and the rector of Saint Petersburg State University. After his parents' separation, Blok lived with aristocratic relatives at the manor Shakhmatovo near Moscow, where he discovered the philosophy of Vladimir Solovyov, ...
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Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok Poems

  • My Monastery, Where
    My monastery, where I'm badly pining,
    Is granite, melted by the burning mind.
    I'm strangled and blinded under this heat, lying,
    And leave it, trying a new cell to findâ?¦ ...
  • Here We Live
    Here we live in ancient chambers
    By the water strings.
    Here at spring the gladness rambles,
    And the river sings. ...
  • I Prefer The Gorgeous Freedom
    I prefer the gorgeous freedom,
    And I fly to lands of grace,
    Where in wide and clear meadows
    All is good, as dreams, and blest. ...
  • You're Gone Away
    You're gone away, and I'm in desert,
    Pressing myself against hot sand.
    But now my mouth can't profess it -
    The proud word that's to be said. ...
  • The Earthly Heart
    The earthly heart quit freezes blood,
    But, with my breast, I meet great cold.
    I bear on the empty road
    The virgin love to all mankind. ...
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Arsesthabitus: there're the moments: the life doesn't order thunderstorms and disasters for us, someone will put light arms on your shoulders, someone - send a bright look to your eyes. — aleksandr aleksandrovich blok
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