Morning (Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov Poems)
You're unhappy, sick at heart:Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.Nature can but mirrorThe surrounding poverty.All is ever drear ...
You're unhappy, sick at heart:Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.Nature can but mirrorThe surrounding poverty.All is ever drear ...
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