Oh virgin-rose, I am in chains;
I`m not ashamed of your bonds:
The nightingale, in laurel bushes, reigns,
The feathered king of forest gauds,
Next to a proud rose that full of harkness,
He lives in cage that causes delight,
At that voluptuous tender night
He sings a song to her, in darkness.
Перевод. А. С. Пушкин. О, дева-роза...
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