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For the first time having been guilty before you, -
'Forgive me', - I have whispered with the prayer.
When the second time I was guilty,
Has come to you, has not lift up the eyes.
You have looked at me reproachfully,
Reminding, as being inadvertently,
That the limit has at a mild.
And in the third time I was guilty soon
And by my I am admitted in my shame
And I have not dared on anything to hope.
The sight filled by the grief I saw
Over the recourt of a windy rumour.
And suddenly by the grand-soul hand
You have concerned the guilty head.
Transfer Kozlovsky
Rasul Gamzatov. The Final price.
Moscow: the Contemporary,1979.
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