Tonight - I am alone in the night, a homeless and sleepless nun! Tonight I hold all the keys to thisthe only capital cityand lack of sleep guides me on my path. You are so lovely, my dusky Kremlin! Tonight I put my lips to the breastof the whole round and warring earth. Now I feel hair - like fur - standing on end: the stifling winds blow straight into my soul. Tonight I feel compassion for everyone, those who are pitied, along with those who are kissed.
Marina TsvetaevaAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: russian
- Born: October 9, 1892
- Died: August 31, 1941