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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Natasha</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The crimson summer now grows pale;<br>Clear, bright days now soar away;<br>Hazy mist spreads through the vale,<br>As the sleeping night turns gray;<br>The barren cornfields lose their gold;<br>The lively stream has now turned cold;<br>The curly woods are gray and stark,<br>And the heavens have grown dark.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where are you, my light, Natasha?<br>No one's seen you, - I lament.<br>Don't you want to share the passion<br>Of this moment with a friend?<br>You have not yet met with me<br>By the pond, or by our tree,<br>Though the season has turned late,<br>We have not yet had a date.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Winter’s cold will soon arrive<br>Fields will freeze with frost, so bitter.<br>In the smoky shack, a light,<br>Soon enough, will shine and glitter.<br>I won't see my love, - I'll rage<br>Like a finch, inside a cage,<br>And at home, depressed and dazed,<br>I’ll recall Natasha's grace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alexander+Sergeyevich+Pushkin">Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin</a></strong></div>

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