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Hope they do not have to go back;
But the heart involuntarily rushes
The darling edge. - They are the soul
Drowned in the Duma fatal.
………………
But the dust rises from the hills
Of herds and herds of greyhounds;
They are tired steps
go home. - Lay faithful dogs
Not heard round the village;
Nature noisy asleep;
Only virgins heard from afar
Chant dull. - Second Mountain,
And gentle on, like birds choirs,
As the sound of the brook Privetnoye:
Song
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How severe thunderstorms
Pine suddenly bend;
pierced by an arrow,
As a lion roar;
So among Russian battle
Before our fall;
And bold hand
Chechen take
gold armor
And the saber steel,
And the mountains will leave.
