About the book: 1995 / Igor Severyanin was called the “king of poets,” and there is some truth in this - with his royal and stately gait, his poems entered the golden fund silver age. His poems contain both subtle lyricism and loud ego-futurism, peacock feathers mix with champagne, and the last train to Mars is about to depart. In the sparkling lyre of Northerner, decadence, nihilism and futuristic moods play in myriads of reflections. The poetic antipode of Mayakovsky, a salon poet, but you can also philosophize in the boudoir. The fourth volume contains poetry collections “Classical Roses”, “Timpani of the Sun”, “Medallions”, “Adriatic”, “Charming Disappointments”. http://ruslit.traumlibrary. net