The darkness night lies upon Georgia hills,
Aragva makes her noise in front of me there;
I feel sad and light; my sadness is ligh thrill,
My sadness is full now of you here.
By you, by you alone... My sadness
Nothing torments and nothing worries,
And the heart burns and loves again - because
That it can not love you so very.
A. С. Пушкин На холмах Грузии по анклийски
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