Milk-blue river,
The sky is azure, the clouds are white.
Where was she in a hurry, where was her road?
Flowing, to what distant lands?
Its banks are covered with trees,
Jade-emerald bushes.
And then the field without end and edge,
The expanses of our mother earth.
Nikolai Krymov. River
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