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Shoyu - veyu her grief
The open field .
Freak my sorrow
Neither frequently nor rare.

And neither often , but it is not rare -
One Vasilёchek .
And he alone is my yes Vasilёchek ,
Purple flower.

And I do not know the red girl,
What do I do with the grief -
Whether it skositi oblique ,
Whether cattle Stravita ,

Whether in the pit mountain utopiti ,
Whether in the fire spaliti .
Shoyu - veyu her grief
The open field ...