You sought no friends! Alone, you lived your life,
Without those who shared your point of view.
Without remorse, you calmly thrust your knife
Into each heart that shared its love with you.
“My senseless friend, seek happiness and mirth!...”
“But why? It makes no difference whatsoever.
No matter how we try, we can’t preserve
Undying happiness in stormy weather!”
August 26, 1914
By Alexander Blok
Translation by Andrey Kneller
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