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Now My Grief Won't Be Spilt by the Ringing

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Колдунья. Стихотворения. The Witch. Poems

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Scarlet Light of Sunset Shows Up on the Lake

What Is Gone Cannot Be Retrieved

You Were Crying on a Quiet Night

Canes Have Started Rustling on the River Bank

Trinity Devotions. Morning Cannon Rite

I'm a Shepherd, and My Parlours

White Is the Sweatshirt, and Red Is the Sash

I'm Tired of Living in My Land

Over There Beyond Fields of Yellow

I'm Back at Home. My Dear Land

I Will Not Be Wandering About

Like Smoke in the Room You Are out of View

I Do Believe in Happiness

Silver Bluebell, Are You Singing

Silver Road, I Wonder Where

There's the Silly Elation

I Have Left My Endeared Home

My Love Has Changed. I Know You Feel

I Do Not Regret, and I Do Not Shed Tears

I Will Not Deceive Myself, Admitting

Yes! It's Settled! Now and for Ever

Azure Space Is Aflame Up Above

It's Sad to Look at You, My Love

Let's Sit Down Here, My Dearest

Both This Street and This Little House

You Have Been Used by Someone Else

Don't Torment Me With Coldness and Stiffness

A Letter to Mother

The Golden Birch-Tree Grove Has Fallen Silent

Now My Grief Won't Be Spilt by the Ringing

A Letter to the Woman

Little House With Light Blue Shutters

We'll Depart This World for Ever, Surely

Life Is Tricky With Enchanting Pathos

Don't Fall, My Little Star, Keep Shining

Leaves Are Falling Here and Yonder

Snowdrift, Piled Up, Is Now Brittle and Callous

Blue Is the Fog, the Expanse Is Snow-Bound

Blue Is the Night, and the Moon Is Glancing

The Snow Is Whirling Lively and Strong

Don't You Force a Smile, Girl, Tensely, Like You Do

The Snowstorm Is Crying Like a Romany Violin

Snow-Clad Is the Plain, and the Moon Is White

The Flowers Say Good-Bye to Me

Oh My Dear Maple, Frozen Stiff and Bare

Oh, What a Night! I Cannot Sleep

Don't You Look at Me So Reproachfully

You Don't Love Me and Don't Feel Compassion

Maybe, It's Too Late Or, Maybe, Early

I Haven't Forgotten You, Dearie