Alexander Pushkin On hill s of Georgia

       Night's veil on hill's of Georgia lies.
       Aragva-river makes a noise near.
       I'm sad but that is only light
       and to my dear flies from here.

       To her. Alone. That's enough.
       And nothing more about now.
       And my heart burn with bound and with love
       and can not be without.


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