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Aleksandr Blok - The Death of Grandfather
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We waited commonly for sleep or even death.
The instances were wearisome as ages.
But suddenly the wind`s refreshing breath 
Touched through the window the Holy Bible`s pages:

An old man goes there - who`s now all white-haired -
With rapid steps and merry eyes, alone, 
He smiles to us, and often calls with hand,
And leaves us with a gait, that is well-known.  

And suddenly we all, who watched the old man`s track,
Well recognized just him who now lay before us,
And turning in a sudden rapture back,
Beheld a corpse with eyes forever closed…

And it was good for us the soul`s way to trace,
And, in the leaving one, to find the glee it`s forming.
The time had come. Recall and love in grace,
And celebrate another house-warming!
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