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Ills BOOTUR                                                                          1 9










                                            A thick forest of
                                             Guarding in pairs trees
                                            Trembling slightly
                                             Reminds you of
                                             Long-haired beauties
                                             Like long-necked swans
                                             Holding themselves erect
                                             Like beautiful cranes dance in group.
                                             In front of it
                                            Young birches with
                                             Small tender green leaves
                                             Remind you of
                                            Wandering evenk-children
                                             Moving fast and merrily.
                                             Behind it
                                             Black-stalked
                                             Branches with thorns of
                                             Sweetbriers and willows
                                             Blacken there.
                                             Observing attentively,
                                             You see a green forest
                                             With its nice pendants
                                             Looking like a sable back
                                             Runs further.
                                             Looking carefully at the West
                                             Blown by a cold draught,
                                             You see rough mountain range
                                             Looking like blood-eyed oxen
                                             Butting each other
                                             With noise and crash.
                                             Further to the West
                                             You see soft-stemmed
                                             Short pines
                                             Growing seldom,
                                             Cracked bark,
                                             Thick branched
                                             Dark green firs
                                             Dropping their thorns
                                             Blacken further.
                                             Long-branched
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