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.
Alexander Pushkin On hill s of Georgia
© Copyright: Александр Подбелло, 2008
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