Lead noon rustic - Tsvetaeva

Lead noon Village.
The thunder of the retreating regiments.
Haughty gentle and feminine
Blessed with a voice of the clouds:

- Next to the fiery torment!
The streams of sheep fleeces
I raise their hands to the sky -
How - drevle - one girl ...

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