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From Pushkin
Poet! do not prize highly public love.
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From Lermontov
Unwashed Russia, farewell to you,
The land of lords, the land of serfs
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From Pushkin
Though heavy a burden is in it sometimes,
The cart is light when gaining speed;
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From Lermontov
A golden cloud passed the night
On the bosom of a giant cliff;
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From Lermontov
A lone white sail appears in
The blue haze of the sea! ..
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(An eastern legend)
From Lermontov
In the waterless plains of Arabian land
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From Blok
All day — like any day: comprised of little work
And many a trifling care.
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From Pushkin
Not highly I esteem
The loud rights from which many a head spin.
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