"Beauty" Alexander Pushkin
Everything in it is harmony, everything is marvelous, Everything is higher than the world and passions; She rests bashfully In beauty her solemn; She looks around herself: She has no rivals, no girlfriends; The beauties of our pale circle In her radiance disappears. Wherever you hasten, Though for a love meeting, Whatever heart you have cherished You secret dream - But meeting with her, embarrassed, You Suddenly stop involuntarily, Reverently praying before the shrine of beauty.
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the painting is very nice . i enjoyed to see them
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