Відповідь:The heavenly face became clear

And the glitter of luxury took over,

Hope burns with a blush -

My heart aches in prison.

Once in the immeasurable space,

Like a sail on a distant sea,

A small cloud emerges

And free, poetry flows in.

Something in her is muddled and trembling,

As if the heart is young

A sad thought bursts in,

Worries clouded.

But the ray of the sun heals oppression

I see a little cloud from the face of the sky,

Only on the eyelashes are golden

Two or three drops hung.

O sky, crystal sea,

What stuck in your heart

In that wave? Is the land small?

A great, impenetrable grief?..

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