Russian Poet – Marina Tsvetaeva
Marina Tsvetaeva Still Yesterday He met my Grace You’re me in the way. I used to Walk so, without looking up. Stop, passerby! Don’t refuse to. I beg and I pray you — stop! You’ll read, as you lay the glowing Red blossoms on the mound of grass: Marina. And then more slowly: The dates … More Russian Poet – Marina Tsvetaeva