The Burning Glass by Nicolas Lancret
Alyonushka lived in the woods,
Alyonushka was swarthy,
eyes with her hot,
Bleskuchie, erect.
Mala, small Alyonushka,
A drink with his father - to donushka.
She went for a walk in the woods,
best man to seek, in the bush wag,
Well, who met in the woods?
One pine rocks!
Alyonushka missed,
idleness exhausted,
she lit a big fire,
And in the fire to dry voster!
burned forests Alyonushka
At a thousand miles to penushka,
And where she Deva -
Hitherto not know it!
Ivan Bunin, 1916
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