Poems, Verses, Romances

2 hrs. 37 min.

Poetry

Language Russian

Author Alexander Blok

Narrators Evgeny Kindinov, Gennady Bortnikov

Narrator Evgeny Kindinov

Narrator Gennady Bortnikov

Description

Alexander Blok is one of the greatest lyric poets of the early twentieth century—an original playwright and an outstanding translator. The flowering of Blok’s talent was the time of “unheard-of changes and unprecedented uprisings,” as he put it in the poem “The Retribution.” It was a turning point and a time of renewal for Russia. In the history of his country—not only in poetry—Blok occupies a prominent place as one of the first major artists who blessed the new world and shared with the new Russia its hopes. His art is remarkable as a document of the era. Yet it is alive even today—and alive in a special way: like a beautiful dream of the future, close to the present day.

Contents:

Poems:

* In the fogs above the glitter of roses...
* Autumn will.
* And the eternal battle...
* Russia.
* The sound is approaching…
* Ravenna.
* Florence, you gentle iris...
* The ring of existence is tightly confined...
* On the Field of Kulikovo.
* In the night when Mamai lay with his horde...
* Again with age-old longing...
* Again over the Field of Kulikovo...
* Consoling and wonderful...
* Louighter woods are seen farther...
* Attentive to the voice of freedom...
* You—azure prayer...
* I was charmed into silence...
* Seek the riddle of expectation...
* The wind draws from the bay...
* All winter long we cried, poor...
* Dreams went into the fog...
* Autumn dances.
* There, in the night’s howling frost...
* Snowy wine.
* Solveig.
* At the call of the blizzard.
* Under the masks.
* Among the guests...
* Understand, then...
* She came from the frost...
* Night for the New Year.
* Evening shadows draw nearer again...
* She was young and beautiful...
* Outside the city—in the fields in spring...
* Look, I retreat into the shadow...
* I tried to rest with my heart…
* The wind brought from far away...
* I will rise in the misty morning...
* The dimness of evening...
* We live in an old monastery cell...
* Tired, I was losing hope...
* I hear the bell...
* Light in the windowpane wavered...
* Of valor, of feats, of glory...
* A hawk.
* O! Spring! Without end or limit...
* An excerpt from the poem “The Retribution.”
* Separate stanzas from “The Scythians.”
* For the House of Pushkin.
* A harmonica.
* There is a demon of the morning...
* When you stand in my way...
* To the muse.
* Outside the city grew a lonely block...
* In the northern sea.
* In the sky—greenery...
* I bless everything that has been...
* The Stranger Woman.
* Drop the faded curtain...
* With peaceful happiness, our accounts are settled...
* There are minutes...
* There is a game...
* On the railroad.
* Night, street, lamplight, pharmacy...

Poems:

* The Nightingale Garden.
* Twelve.

Romances:

* Delightful to rise early...
* Smoke from the campfire.
* Everywhere, above the forest and above the plowed fields..