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I'll see in field, I'll see in sky...Гляну в поле, гляну в небо... |
Serghey Esenin
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I'll see in field, I'll see in sky-
Elsewhere in its is paradise.
And once again with stacks of rye
My country stays no exercise.
And once again in valleis green
There're everlasting cows dreem.
From mountains is running quick
A water sweet of clear creek.
And I believe - for their pangs
Over of her abusing man
She with a little tender hands
Like with a milk overflows than.
1917
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