There are women in Russian villages
With calm the importance of individuals
With a beautiful force in the movements
Since gait, with a look of queens. (c)
my beauty, all become
The whole point of me thy heart
All the music strives to become
And all in rhyme asks. (c)
The owner invited me to tea. Sitting at the table, I glanced at the girl's face, gave me a glass, and suddenly felt like the wind ran through my mind and blew off her impressions of the day with their boredom and dust. I saw the charming features of the most beautiful of the individuals had ever met me awake and seemed to hear in a dream. Before me stood a beauty, and I realized it at first sight, as I understand lightning. (c)
Frost and the sun; wonderful day!
Even you are asleep, a lovely friend --
It is time, beauty, wake up:
Open your eyes closed, languor
Towards North Aurora
North Star Show yourself! (c)
It was in the full sense of the writings of Russian beauty: high,
slender, buxom, with a beautiful oval face, large gray eyes
bulging and thick dark-brown braid. (c)
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