From Lermontov
A lone white sail appears in
The blue haze of the sea! ..
What does she seek beyond the rim?
What left she at the quay? ..
The billows play — the high wind blows,
The mainmast bends and creaks…
Alas! she runs from no sorrows
And no happiness she seeks!
The golden sun above her rolls,
The sky-blue stream beneath…
But for a storm she wildly calls,
As though storms bring peace!
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