Summer (Kunanbaev Ibragim Abai Poems)
When summer in the mountains gains its peak,When gaily blooming flowers begin to fade,When nomads from the sunshine refuge seekBeside ...
When summer in the mountains gains its peak,When gaily blooming flowers begin to fade,When nomads from the sunshine refuge seekBeside ...
THERE'S four men mowing down by the river; I can hear the sound of the scythe strokes, four ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
There are four men mowing down by the Isar; I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four Sharp breaths ...
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