Spring evening - Yesenin

Quietly flowing river silver
In the realm of green spring evening.
The sun sets behind the mountains wooded,
golden horn of the moon comes up.

West was covered in pink ribbons,
Plowman returned to the hut with fields,
And on the road in a thicket of birch
Love song tightened Nightingale.

Listens tenderly deep lyrics
From West pink ribbon dawn.
With tenderness looks at the distant stars
And the sky smiles land.

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Alexander Blok
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