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Слушать(AI)Blackcurrant River
Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys; the voices of a hundred rooks go with it, the true benevolent voice of angles: with the wide movements of the fir woods when several winds sweep down.
Everything flows with [the] horrible mysteries of ancient landscapes; of strongholds visited, of large estates: it is along these banks that you can hear the dead passions of errant knights: but how the wind is wholesome!
Let the traveler look through these clerestories: he will journey on more bravely.
Forest soldiers whom the Lord sends, dear delightful rooks!
Drive away from here the crafty peasant, clinking glasses with his old stump of an arm.
Arthur Rimbaud
Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891) was a French poet known for his influence on modern literature and arts, prefig
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