Answer - Lermontov

Who knew flour ever
And whose eyelids were closed to love,
So from fear and hope
The second time is not clogged chest.
He loves the darkness of solitude,
He is more familiar with a tear,
Before it disappeared gusto
Dreams barren and empty.
He feels deprived: so the stump forest,
reached molnʹej, burns,
Went out - and disappeared into the life juice,
He harbors no dead branches, –
It prints left rock.

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