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Jumat, 22 Desember 2006

poem from one on the best russian

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Aleksandr Pushkin The Land Of Moscow.... The land of Moscow -- the land that is my native, Where in the dawn of my best years, I spared the hours of carelessness, attractive, Free of unhappiness and fears. And you had seen the foes of my great nation, And you were burned and covered with blood! And I did not give up my life in immolation, My wrathful spirit just was wild!... Where is the Moscow of hundred golden domes, The dear beauty of the native land? Where yore was the real peer to Rome, The ruins, miserable, lied. Oh, how, Moscow, for us, your sight, is awful! The buildings of landlords and kings are fully swept, All perished in a flame. The towers are mournful, The villas of the rich are felled. And where the luxury was thriving, In shady parks and gardens, in the past, Where myrtle was fragrant, limes were shining, There now are just coals, ash, and dust. At charming summer nights, when silent darkness roves, The noisy gaiety would not appear there, The lights are vanished... (more)

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