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Slowly does the river...
Slowly does the river along the valley flow, A house there is on the hill, of many windows. And here we'll live like in Catherine's times: Attend the services and greet the crops. Having endured a two day parting, Coming is he, a guest, along the golden wheatfield. And in the sitting room kissing the granny's hand And on the steep staircase my lips.
by Anna Akhmatova |