In the open field silvery…

In the open field silvery
Snow wavy and pitted,
The moon is shining, troika racing
On the road pole.

sing: in the road of boredom clocks,
On road, in the darkness of night
Sweet my native sounds
Ringing remove songs.

sing, coachman! I silently, greedily
I will listen to your voice.
Month clear shining coldly,
Bluewind tour across howling.

sing: “Luchinushka, splinter,
What light does not burn?”

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Alexander Pushkin
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