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Wednesday, June 06, 2018

I Indulge In My Dreams

Брожу ли я вдоль улиц шумных:

Wandering the noisy streets,
Entering the crowded church,
Sitting among wild young men,
I am lost in my thoughts.

I say to myself: the years will fly,
And however many are here, we shall all
Go down under the eternal vaults.
Someone's hour is already at hand.

Alexander Pushkin.


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