It happened to me to see sometimes:
The smith of a golds - my neighbours -
With the help of the kazab without an effort
Distinguished a gold from a copper.
My reader – the expert of a values,
Without yours kazab it is heavy to me
To distinguish in the artfull twisting of the lines,
Where under the pretext of a gold – the copper.
N.Grebneva's lane
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