The water is crystal-silvery,
A little breeze.
I breathe in the freshness full breast,
The woods in the rain waiting.
It's getting dark, soon the sun,
He will hide his face beyond the river.
It will be dusk and evening,
Coolness will bring with it.
Vasilyev. Coast
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