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Слушать(AI)Solitude
He's blessed, who lives in peace, that's
From the ignorant fobs with calls,
Who can provide his every
With dreams, or labors, or recalls;
To whom the fate sends friends in score,
Who hides himself by Savior's
From bashful fools, which lull and bore,
And from the impudent ones, which wake.
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was a Russian poet, playwright, and novelist of the Romantic era who is considered by many to be the greatest Russ
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