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| The village where Eugen felt bored
Was excellent and charming place; The friend of innocent enjoyments Being here could make heaven blessed. The lonesome master's house here Was closed by mount from wing's breath. It stayed on river's bank. And lawns And fields were flowered and bright And far. The wheat in fields was golden. Here village was. There village was. The herds were walking by the lawns. And great unkempt deserted garden Expanded shadows, wide and dark - Asylum of dreaming Driads. A.Pushkin "Eugen Onegin", 2, I |