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Above the fast run of vernal waters,

Already buds blossomed.

The trees a slender arch,

On the branches of small leaves.

The moon in the silence of the night stands.

Haystacks cast shadows.

The river glitters in its rays

A wave of foam is full.

And is a girl in the waves of the river

Frolicking, as fish slid,

Foam in them, the wave drove.

Over the waves the girl lifted,

Under the moon river caressed her.

Above the fast run of vernal waters,

Already buds blossomed.

And brighter than the moon’s sky,

Gentle early leaves.

You are no longer with me

In the depths of fast waters.

Only the memory of you sings:

– “You were once proud of her!

That girl in the waves of the river,

What fish slid with you,

That foam hid in them,

That dance with the wave drove…

You remember, wounded, behind her,

Cupid’s arrow in the heart,

Dived! Already near, with her!…

Do girls have a heart singing?!”

Oh! How beautiful was!

Spring, loose buds.

And the bank of the river is a cliff,

And the first love sprout.