I see wonderfuly open spaces,
I see fields and green meadows, —
This is Russian just expanses
This is Russian open land!
I see mountains and wide valleys,
I see fast rivers and seas grand
These are solo Russian landscapes,
This is my entire homeland!
I hear the gray-brown lark's songs,
I hear the nightingale's mordents
This is the Russian countryside,
This is my entire homeland!
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Ksey_Gan (
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Blagoslovljena neka bude tvoje velika domovina !
Beautiful it calls to the listener and reader. It is simple as the steppes plain after plain yet in its openness it shows its grandeur. A lovely poem
The poem is filled with a tender sense of connection to the homeland, direct, open, and clear, with a gentle musicality. Beautiful.
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