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Fyodor Tyutchev

OUR CENTURY

Not flesh , but the spirit was corrupt in our days ,
And the man desperately longing ...
He rushes to the light of the Nightshade
And who found the light , grumbles and rebels .

Disbelief the burning and withered ,
Intolerable he makes this day ...
And he is aware of his death ,
And craves faith ... but it does not ask about ...

Do not say vvek , with prayer and tears ,
As neither grieving in front of a closed door :
" Let me in - I believe , my God !
Come to help my unbelief ! .. "