Anna Karenina, a deprived Tolstoy girl
Bring into being rootless in streets of Russia,
Being rooted deep into the walls
Of my heart pasting sensitive sentiments
When I read you.
Oh! Anna, you died to wheels so young
Remain in my roomy heart forever
For Russia and Her inheritance.
As long as Anna lives dropping
Food to many hearts
So long Tolstoy lives.
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