The snowy spring is raging mad, <br />I look away from the saga; <br />O, dreadful hour, when she read <br />The palm extended by Tsouniga. <br /> <br />Into his eyes she aimed her gaze, <br />There was mockery in her dark eyes, <br />The row of pearly teeth had blazed, <br />And I forgot all the days and midnights. <br /> <br />The heart got overflowed with blood, <br />My homeland memories erasing. <br />A voice would sing, 'With all your being <br />have to pay me back for love.'<br /><br />Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snowy-spring-is-raging-mad/
