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Confession
Grigory Rasputin
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* Anna Vyrubova - ecstatic supporter Judging by the ,


Y bab figures
I , at least in appearance , like an old
But in this case - young , And those ministers , through Vyrubova ,

Yes , and the queen with a boy Somewhat

Hang INTO eh

search " guitar " ?
and find that the only way you can rule Russia

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Nicholas II
( From a conversation with
Foreign Minister Sazonov )

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A black raven
on the edge of the empire
Before the Flight
I change

is not summer, winter ,
PIR Balthazar - Mohr
Tonight coat stolen

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But having decided that there is little to steal ,

In view of the Gulf Because without wine

Bronze Horseman ,
Petya brave
Since then , much nonsense -

in a tavern, with snow

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Yesenin

Here they sang about the birch in the field
A Door - clapping and clapping ,
A , similar to the Esenina
But the cold wave from the north
Grog , on closer examination , It was a rough dialogue with the time Door - clapped and clapped
" The atmosphere in St. Petersburg was more unhealthy , Champagne flowed "Astoria " and "European " - the two best

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                  hotels in the capital were filled with official - Extended -
vat own vacation and oshivayutsya in the rear is no longer
considered dishonorable " , Bruce Lockhart Well, what do you say , . Bunin " Cursed Days "



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   sealed in a lead mist ,
In the face of sickness and hunger , Prophecies above and rhetoric
he told himself : " Do not howl ! "

Well, it can be seen in this clever trick -
sleep for the moment when the play Russian Centre of storage

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One rope oped ,
No matter what you do not strangled , Life - in such tales , And we glide through the night and day ,
moth -eaten mist ,
UNIT 1918th

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Born in the year, the deaf

We - the children the terrible years of Russia - ; A. Block

Here in rusty armor
sleeping mortals sleep
tired brain
As if someone with an ax
passed , to atone for sins ,
And ,
and hail fell Petrov ,
And long his corpse bore ,
crowd cheering
The Summer garden even ,
for the fence
Life is filled
cursed B two-finger whistle
drove the wind
" We are living so long among the stream of words ( official )

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- " crush " , " dodushit " , " destroy " , " smash ", ' destroy ' , ' fill with blood , " " board up to the grave "
etc etc
" Slavery has returned to us - in a terrible , izvra -
schennom form in a mask of terror " Blogs

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Shooting Gumilev shot Aug. 25 charges antibolshevists - ... This is your Gumilev ... We, the Bolsheviks

Smiled , finished his But even Special Department has made impressive ; empty prowess , but all the same , " All of his companions slept , ; He alone still does not sleep : ; All he was doing otlivanem bullets
From the poem " Work "
By the summer

and then you Dzerzhinsky
B chair
disassembled and with him
From Lieutenant those with Gumilev ,
with poems by his
case , in general,
Zav.Poeziey nonche because - Death him But a bullet to the poet Was cast by August ,
A black-and- mercury ,
" Shoot ! "-
Cheka .