Fyodor Tyutchev
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whole day was faded, and the shadows
completely covered -
the warm summer rain poured - a jet
sounding cheerily in the leaves.
And slowly turned
if
and began to hear noises,
long - enjoyable,
immersed in thought ...
And as if conversing with herself, consciously gave
(I was at his side, dead, but alive):
"Oh, how I loved this!"
............ ...............
...........................
loved, and so, like you, love - nobody could
-
my God ... How to stand ...
And the heart did not break into pieces ...
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