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Слушать(AI)Under The Blue Skies
Under the blue skies of her native
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there flew without a
Above me, her young shade;
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line.
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is she for whom my soul once
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments?
Where is love?
Alas!
For the unreturning days'Sweet memory, and for the poor
Shade,
I find no lament, no tears.
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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