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Born 28 November 1880. His father, A.L. Blok, was a lawyer and professor at Warsaw University. His mother, A.A. Beketova, was a writer. Soon after his birth, his parents separated and the young Blok spent much time with his grandfather, A.N. Beketov, a botantist at St. Petersburg University. At age five, the young Blok began writing verses such as:

Nice little rabbit, little grey rabbit,
I love you.
For you, in the kitchen garden
I pick cabbages.

In 1889, Blok's mother remarried, and he went to live with her and her new husband, Lieutenant Frants Feliksovkich Kublitsky-Piottukh. He spent summers in the Beketov summer house in Shakhmatovo, halfway between Petersburg and Moscow. At age 14, he was the editor of The Messenger, a family literary journal produced in only one copy. His mother, grandmother, grandfather, uncles and aunts all contributed. Blok himself wrote sentimental verses on the beauties of life at Shakhmatovo. At age sixteen, he became enchanted with the theatre, particularly the work of Shakespeare. He decided to become an actor.

In 1898, Blok entered the law faculty of Petersburg University, but in 1901 he transferred to the historical-philological faculty, from which he graduated in 1906.

Родился 28 ноября 1880 года. Его отец, А. Л. Блок, был юристом и профессором Варшавского университета. Его мать, А.А. Бекетова была писателем. Вскоре после его рождения родители расстались, и молодой Блок провел много времени со своим дедом, А.Н. Бекетов, ботаник в Петербургском университете. В возрасте пяти лет молодой Блок начал писать стихи, такие как:

Хороший кролик, маленький серый кролик,

Я люблю тебя.

Для вас, в огороде

Я выбираю капусту.

В 1889 году мать Блока снова вышла замуж, и он отправился жить с ней и с ее новым мужем, лейтенантом Францем Феликсовичем Кублицким-Пиоттухом. Он провел лето в летнем домике Бекетова в Шахматове, на полпути между Петербургом и Москвой. В возрасте 14 лет он был редактором «Вестника», семейного литературного журнала, выпущенного только в одном экземпляре. Его мать, бабушка, дедушка, дяди и тети все Сам Блок написал сентиментальные стихи о красоте жизни в Шахматове. В возрасте шестнадцати лет он стал очарован театром, в частности работой Шекспира. Он решил стать актером.

В 1898 году Блок поступил на юридический факультет Петербургского университета, но в 1901 году перешел на историко-филологический факультет, из которого окончил в 1906 году.

I was 5 years old. My parents lived in a small private house, which consisted of room and a spacious kitchen with a large stove. Its rear panel just went in the room near the wall were my bed.It was morning, Sunny, but mom drew the blinds, put me on the sofa, which stood just opposite the door to the kitchen and the stove while she went to prepare to eat. I was just over on the sofa, sorted toys, mom fussing in the kitchen, and suddenly I see because of my bed popping up someone black, just a little bigger than a cat. And sent someone to me — like the cat stood on his hind legs and talking. No fear, no horror I experienced was simply some curiosity. And it came to me, interesting — funny face, eyes huge and some silver, the front paws with the fingers, as in man, and the small claws, the back is just as paws, no hooves, tail tassel, and ears erect and sticking out like horns. And it begins to play with me: enough toys, throws them, and something grunts, kind of like laughing. And when enough, the claws scratching me lightly on the legs and arms, not painful, but noticeable.Don't remember how we "played" — my mother scrubbed pots, and it ran behind the stove. I have not seen, but in memory I have left a small scar on your finger.Several years ago I told this story to my grandma, she said it was a brownie - bored, that came out to frolic. And by the way, says mom, too, saw this as a child — he was leaning over the stove and made faces.