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Alexander Pushkin - The High Road In Winter
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Between the rolling vapours 
The moon glides soft and bright; 
Across the dreary fallows 
She casts a mournful light. 

Along the wintry high road 
A troika moves fleet; 
Its little bells are ringing 
One silver tone and sweet. 

Some echo of my country 
The driver`s song recalls— 
The memory of love yearnings 
And noisy bacchanals. 

No lights, no black-roofed dwellings— 
Silence and snow ... I see 
For mile on mile the road-posts 
In striped monotony.
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