based on the poem by Russian poet Afanasy Fet (1820-1892)
| I cannot sleep. I'll light a candle. And why to read? Once again, I will not comprehend a single page - And bright white light begins to flicker in my eyes, And shiny string of false ghosts - dancing by the threshold... What have I done? What for? What is my sin? How the thought might be a reproach? Why so sarcastically laughing your ghost, And heavy stares at me without any word? | |||
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