title: Treasury of Russian Love: Poems, Quotations and Proverbs in Russian and English (English, Russian and Russian Edition)
author: Viktoriia Andreeva
description: Among The Worlds <i>by Innokenti Fyodorovich Annensky</i><br /> Two Loves <i>by Innokenti Fyodorovich Annensky</i><br /> Dissuasion <i>by Evgeny Abramovich Baratynsky</i><br /> The Kiss <i>by Evgeny Abramovich Baratynsky</i><br /> What Long-forgotten Gleam Is This <i>by Alexander (aleksandr) Alexandrovich Blok</i><br /> Loneliness <i>by Ivan Alekseyevitch (alexeyvich) Bunin</i><br /> I'll No More Go Roaming, No More Seeking <i>by Sergei Esenin</i><br /> He Loved Three Things Alone <i>by Anna Adreyevna Gorenko</i><br /> It Is Simple, It Is Easy <i>by Anna Adreyevna Gorenko</i><br /> The Little Cloud Was Up In The Sky <i>by Anna Adreyevna Gorenko</i><br /> May The Organ's Sounds Burst Out Once More <i>by Anna Adreyevna Gorenko</i><br /> A Simple Way Of Life I've Learned To Live <i>by Anna Adreyevna Gorenko</i><br /> To Awake When Dawn Is Breaking <i>by Anna Adreyevna Gorenko</i><br /> The Birch Tree <i>by Sergei Gorodetsky</i><br /> A Mysterious Power I Wield Over You <i>by Apollon Grigoriev</i><br /> Love <i>by Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov</i><br /> Agreement <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> The Cliff <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> Farewell <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> Gratitude <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> I Thank You! <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> To A Portrait <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> When Absent, I Have Much To Say <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> When Your Voice I Hear <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> Wherefore <i>by Mikhail Yurevich (yuryevich) Lermontov</i><br /> Winter Night <i>by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak</i><br /> A Burnt Letter <i>by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin</i><br /> 'eugene Onegin', Sels. <i>by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin</i><br /> The Singer <i>by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin</i><br /> So Clearly I Remember Seeing <i>by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin</i><br /> When I Embrace <i>by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin</i><br /> A Wish <i>by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin</i><br /> Learn How To Treasure Love <i>by Stepan Shchipachev</i><br /> Wait For Me And I'll Come Back <i>by Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov</i><br /> Farewell, Light Of My Life, My Gentle Love, Farewell <i>by Alexander Sumarokov</i><br /> Flames Twist In A Small Stove <i>by Aleksey [alexei] Surkov</i><br /> Afanasy Fet <i>by Alexey (aleksey) Konstantinovich Tolstoy</i><br /> By Chance, At A Turbulent Ball <i>by Alexey (aleksey) Konstantinovich Tolstoy</i><br /> I Have Come Again With Greeting <i>by Alexey (aleksey) Konstantinovich Tolstoy</i><br /> I Will Say Nothing To You <i>by Alexey (aleksey) Konstantinovich Tolstoy</i><br /> It Happened In The Early Spring <i>by Alexey (aleksey) Konstantinovich Tolstoy</i><br /> Waltz <i>by Alexey (aleksey) Konstantinovich Tolstoy</i><br /> She Sat And Sorted Letters On The Floor <i>by Feodor (fyodor) Ivanovich Tyutchev</i><br /> This Tenderness - How To Explain It? <i>by Marina Ivanovna Tzvetayeva</i><br /> Elegy <i>by Nikolai Yazykov</i><br /> How Can I Sing, My Dear Friends <i>by Vasily (vasili) Andreyevich Zhukovsky</i><br /> To Her <i>by Vasily (vasili) Andreyevich Zhukovsky</i><br /> You Were Before Me <i>by Vasily (vasili) Andreyevich Zhukovsky</i><br /> -- <i>Table of Poems from <a href="/exec/obidos/subst/partners/marketing/poemfinder.html/${0}">Poem Finder</a></i>
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  Love for the Homeland, or the Journey of a Sparrow 
  (A Fable)  
  By Andrei Platonov 
  Translated from the Russian by Taisia Crowley 
   
  The old violinist loved playing at the foot of Pushkin’s monument. The monument stands 
  in Moscow, at the beginning of Tverskoy Boulevard — it is inscribed with poetry and 
  surrounded on all four sides by marble steps. Surmounting these steps to the pedestal, the old 
  musician turned to face the boulevard, in the direction of the distant Nikitsky Gates and touched 
  the bow to the strings of his violin. Children, bystanders, and patrons of the nearby newsstand 
  gathered by the monument, quieting down in anticipation of the music — music, after all, ushers 
  in a certain tranquility, promising people happiness and a decent life. The musician set his violin 
  case on the ground against the monument; it lay closed, with a piece of black bread and an apple 
  hidden away so that he could eat when he wanted to.  
  Typically, the old man went out to play as even