And Pushkin's exile had begun right here, And Lermontov's expulsion had been "canceled." There is the easy grasses' scent on highland. And only once it chanced to me to see it --...
The boy there, on the bagpipes playing, The girl, who weaves herself a wreath, Two forest paths that cross while straying, The fire in the fields beneath - I see it all. I witness it and stow...