Mikhail Lermontov - A sail so white gleams
amidst the sea's cerulean mist!
What does it seek, this sail ill-fated?
What did it leave behind, sun-kissed?
The waves are roaring, wind is whistling,
the mast is bending with a groan.
Alas! It does not look forgiving,
the boredom rushes him alone.
Beneath it – waters azure brighter,
above it – sun's terrenity.
Yet it, rebellious, cries like writer
and does not seek serenity.
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