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I saw you: hills and fields,
Various hot bushes,
Nature wild beauty,
Steppes deaf people happy
And the quiet simplicity of manners!

But there, where Terek flows,
Circassian I saw, –
Eyes maiden chained heart;
And the thought involuntarily flies
Walk among the lovely, Far rocks.

So the spirit of repentance, sounds
There was a paradise, летит
See the more heavenly view;
So moan of love, passions and flour
To the grave in memory of sounds.

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