How fast field, round the open…

How fast field, round the open,
grounded again, my horse runs!
How loudly under his hoof
Ground froze sounds!
Useful Russian health
Our fastening frost:
cheeks, bright vernal roses,
Play a cold and blood.

Sad and wood fraction zavyaly,
Peep day - and already dark,
AND, budto traveler zapozdalyj,
Storm knocks us out of the window ...

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