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04/01/2015

In the torture of hopeless melancholy ... Pictures An He.

 

I remember a wonderful moment:

In front of me was you,

Like a fleeting vision,

How pure beauty.

 

In the torture of hopeless melancholy,

In alarms noisy bustle,

Voice rang out so gentle,

And dreamed of nice features.

 

As the years passed. Storm 's blast

10 Scattered old dream

And I forgot your tender voice,

Your heavenly features.

 

In the wilderness, in gloomy

My days dragged quietly

Without God, of inspiration,

No tears, no life without love.

 

Soul awakening came:

And here again was you,

Like a fleeting vision,

20 As pure beauty.

 

And my heart beats in ecstasy,

And for him resurrected again

And the deity, and inspiration,

And life, and tears, and love.

 

AS Pushkin

 

 

 

Tchaikovsky sentimental waltz

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  Cantin Roger paintings

 

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