Shining clouds run…

And the, who bore her stamp,
Let not complain about his fate,
that no one, no one dared to say,
That his chest is a snake
warmed. - "ABOUT! If only one love
I could of beautiful mouth I overhear,
Then people would, even my life
At the northern edge of the monotonous,
Everything used in the new gloss dressed!"- so I wanted
Careless ... but ask, he did not want the sky!

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Mikhail Lermontov
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