* Tzarevna-nesmeyana is the daughter of tzar, who never smiles, even if she is specially entertained and diverted from crying
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I don't pray about freedom,
I'm not afraid of skies or hell;
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By Mikhail Matusovsky
All night the nightingale was whistling warbles,
The town was mute, mute were houses all.
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The school waltz
by Michail Matusovsky
So long ago, dear friends,
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Tick-tack-toe game
by Michail Matusovsky
Boy from our street with girl
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The crystal house
by Vladimir Vysotsky
If I seem to be rich as the sea tzar,
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Do you see the skies are turning dark,
And in twilight windows are light?
Here all my friends do live,
Gasping silently my breath,
I'm looking into windows.
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The day is rare - it's warm, but no melting, -
May be the Nature now has its own resourse, -
And today... as it was earlier frequently,
I'm again starting the lyrical course.
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Last time, when in the darkness moon
Was flowing along the hazy desert,
I saw the girl at window
Was sitting lonely and pensive.
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By Alexander Blok
I'm whiling away my life,
My close crazy life awhile:
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