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Songs of Ukraina With Ruthenian Poems
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4673946Songs of Ukraina With Ruthenian Poemshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/songs-of-ukraina-with-ruthenian-poems-9781465686398/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/4322895/image.jpg?v=638446646215670000104116MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/<p>Where in Spring the warm wind breathes, bearing on its wings from Earey (Egypt) the myriads of grouse and other birds, and into the hearts of the people the paean of love; where the woods are carpeted with blue prolisoks and red riast; where Vesnianka, the Lada of Spring, with the assistance of vovkoolaks and spirits of the woods, is running through the forest scattering bloom, her song echoing over the whole country; where the sun is so bright and gay; where the willow tree in full blossom looks like a great yellow stack, orchards are white with cherry; where millions of nightingales sing all the night longwhere Petrus so truly loves Natalka Where in the Summer the Dnieper is carrying down its broad yellow waters to empty them into the bluish waves of the Black Sea; and upon the steeps of its mountainous right bank, like pyramids, the ancestral grave-hills stand, looking over the endless plains golden with ripening rye; where the little white huts of the villagers hide themselves in the green orchards of scarlet apples, yellow pears, purple prunes, musical with the humming of bees; where, beside a broad road, under a willow tree, a blind lirnik-beggar sits, singing a song of the vanished freedom; where the grandsons of that freedom mow the lush grass, with their scythes glistening in the hot sun, just as the sabres of their grandfathers flashed on the same fieldWhere in Autumn in the wood on the peaceful bank of a Dunai the hopvine with its gold and bronze covers the bared branches of ash trees; where on cranberry bushes the red bunches burn in the rays of the Autumn sun like a circlet of rubies; where Marusina walks in the wood picking the berries and calling upon her fated one in her songs; where in the fields, now umber-coloured, the herds of cattle graze; where the poplar rustles sadly with her leaves yet green over a lonesome graveas a maiden deserted by her lover; where, when the leaves fall, the night-heaven is so darkly blue and the stars so bright</p>...4423316Songs of Ukraina With Ruthenian Poems104116https://www.gandhi.com.mx/songs-of-ukraina-with-ruthenian-poems-9781465686398/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/4322895/image.jpg?v=638446646215670000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20249781465686398_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_<p>Where in Spring the warm wind breathes, bearing on its wings from Earey (Egypt) the myriads of grouse and other birds, and into the hearts of the people the paean of love; where the woods are carpeted with blue prolisoks and red riast; where Vesnianka, the Lada of Spring, with the assistance of vovkoolaks and spirits of the woods, is running through the forest scattering bloom, her song echoing over the whole country; where the sun is so bright and gay; where the willow tree in full blossom looks like a great yellow stack, orchards are white with cherry; where millions of nightingales sing all the night longwhere Petrus so truly loves Natalka Where in the Summer the Dnieper is carrying down its broad yellow waters to empty them into the bluish waves of the Black Sea; and upon the steeps of its mountainous right bank, like pyramids, the ancestral grave-hills stand, looking over the endless plains golden with ripening rye; where the little white huts of the villagers hide themselves in the green orchards of scarlet apples, yellow pears, purple prunes, musical with the humming of bees; where, beside a broad road, under a willow tree, a blind lirnik-beggar sits, singing a song of the vanished freedom; where the grandsons of that freedom mow the lush grass, with their scythes glistening in the hot sun, just as the sabres of their grandfathers flashed on the same fieldWhere in Autumn in the wood on the peaceful bank of a Dunai the hopvine with its gold and bronze covers the bared branches of ash trees; where on cranberry bushes the red bunches burn in the rays of the Autumn sun like a circlet of rubies; where Marusina walks in the wood picking the berries and calling upon her fated one in her songs; where in the fields, now umber-coloured, the herds of cattle graze; where the poplar rustles sadly with her leaves yet green over a lonesome graveas a maiden deserted by her lover; where, when the leaves fall, the night-heaven is so darkly blue and the stars so bright</p>...9781465686398_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_9781465686398_9781465686398Florence RandalInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-468ac709-e9d6-4daf-9383-516c1626f382.epub2024-05-08T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria