Vyacheslav Ivanov said this quote
“ My double drags his coffin, humble slave,I, at least, am real, though changed to flesh.Far-off, I build me a church no hand can shape(Winter Sonnets: III) ”
“ My double drags his coffin, humble slave,I, at least, am real, though changed to flesh.Far-off, I build me a church no hand can shape(Winter Sonnets: III) ”