A.Pushkin, A Bird - Translation (Rus) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

A.Pushkin, A Bird - Translation (Rus)



In the foreign land I use to stick to
The old custom of the place -
I let out a bird to freedom,
When it is a spring holiday.
I've got this day a consolation.
Why for I'd grumble at the God,
When to a creature I've presented
The gift of freedom ever forth.

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Lyudmila Purgina

Lyudmila Purgina

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