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Moskva: Sandpaper
And, with repulsion, as I’m reading there my life,/
I tremble, cursing with rue awful,/
Complaining bitterly, with bitter tears I cry,/
Yet don’t wash off the lines so mournful.
Sasha Pushkin, Remembrance
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Home: Europe: Moskva: Sandpaper
And, with repulsion, as I’m reading there my life,/
I tremble, cursing with rue awful,/
Complaining bitterly, with bitter tears I cry,/
Yet don’t wash off the lines so mournful.
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