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Snaked braids on the shoulders of youthful,
Opletenы tesemkoy gold;
And marble shoulders, Bele from under them,
It was painted with a blue vein.
She was beautiful in that moment,
Beautiful freestyle wild simplicity,
As southern fruit rosy, gold,
Sprinkle scented dew.
XX
Selim smotrel. High beat it
Anxious heart something new.
How sweet, passionate fiery brow
would lay it to her chest pearl barley!
he started, gloomy face came out ...,
Dagger clenched hand. - On Silk
Carpet lazily lying Akbulut,
I smoked and thought about ...! If only he knew!..
