Oh, how murderously we love...

In the final of the Stalker, the poem “I love your eyes, my friend...” - these are the lines of Tyutchev.

“The mind does not understand Russia”, “I met you”, “Oh, how we love it murderously.” - Immortal creations for all times. Not pearls - diamonds of poetry! A deep philosopher and subtle lyrica, Tyutchev affects the secret strings of the human soul.

The poetic heritage of Tyutchev is small - only about 300 poems, but as Fet wrote about one of his collections:

But the muse, but the muse, Following the truth,

looks - and on the scales her

this book is small

volumes of premarous heavier.