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I know, from a place not move
Under the weight of age Vievo.
ABOUT, if suddenly sit
At some seventeenth century.

With fragrant birch branch
Under the Trinity in the church stand,
With Boyar Morozova
Sladimыy Medoc popivaty.

And then on the wood-sledge at dusk
The manure snow to sink ...
What a crazy Surikov
My last write path?

1939 (?)

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