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No one has taken anything away—
Night. —North-Easter. —Roar of soldiers. —Roar of waves.
Now that troops stick their bayonets—in the earth
Now as a guest from heaven, I
Now what shall I do here, blind and fatherless? (The Poet)
Not because they shuttered up and closed the bakers', (IN MEMORY OF A. A. STAKHOVICH)
Not so—the chronicler lies, saying Igor returned home (PLAINT OF YAROSLAVNA )