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Синие тени весны –
Это кобальт по белой глазури.
Снежный фарфор раскрошится, разбитый лучом;
Чашку не склеить,

I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;my overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky,
Muse
and I was your vassal;

Even the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;