And Pushkin`s exile had begun right here, And Lermontov`s expulsion had been "canceled." There is the easy grasses` scent on highland. And only once it chanced to me to see it -- Near the lake, where shades of plane-trees hover, In that doom hour before the evening thrusts,-- The dazzling light of the desirous eyes Of Tamara`s forever living lover.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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