The Song Of The Spensthrift (Ivan Nikitin Poems)
To seven kopek the heir, Nor house nor land have I--Live I--hey! I live then! Die I--hey! I die!In many realms the ...
To seven kopek the heir, Nor house nor land have I--Live I--hey! I live then! Die I--hey! I die!In many realms the ...
From bald and sun-parched earth it rises, One lonely birch, high towering--Upon its withered crown wide spreading, Green leafage never more will ...
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