'The sail is whitening alone
In blue obscurity of sea:
What did it leave in country own?
What does it want so far to see.'
~ Mikhail Lermontov, 'The Sail'
In blue obscurity of sea:
What did it leave in country own?
What does it want so far to see.'
~ Mikhail Lermontov, 'The Sail'
'The wind is strong, the mast is creaking,
The wave is playing with the wave ...
But not a fortune is it seeking,
Nor from this fortune is its way.'
The wave is playing with the wave ...
But not a fortune is it seeking,
Nor from this fortune is its way.'
'By it a stream is bright as azure,
By beams of sun it's warmed and blessed
But it is seeking gales as treasure,
As if the tempests give a rest.'
By beams of sun it's warmed and blessed
But it is seeking gales as treasure,
As if the tempests give a rest.'
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