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wrote before
Pentameter and octave.
The classical form
dead,

but now, in our century
Stately,
I jerked her back
amazed.

a land far!
Alien party!
Georgian siliceous road.
amber wine
In the eyes Stirs the moon,
In the eyes of the deep,
As the blue horns.

poets of Georgia!
I now remembered you.
A pleasant evening to you,
Good, good Luck!!

Comrades of the senses,
writers,
Verbal boiling rivers
And rustle,
I love you,
How noisy Kourou,
I love in the feasts and in conversations.

I - northern your friend
brother!
So - all single blood.
And I myself also Asian
The actions, in thoughts
And the word.

And because in a foreign
country
you are close
And I am pleased.

Century all smelyut,
days will,
human speech
In one language will merge.
Historian, writing work,
Discord over our smile.

he will say:
At the time of the abyss
There are signs of refinement and ...
Fought hither swarms of tribes,
But no quarrel poets.

evidence
prophetic sign:
so therefore
there kunak.

Autocratic
Russian oppression
I squeezed all the best for the throat,
We left it -
And so
spread out the wings of freedom.

And each in his flame
His motive and adverb,
we use every opportunity
In his singing,
Poddavshisy feel
A human ...

consummated Brave
fate rock:
Already we no longer
not slaves.

poets of Georgia,
I now remembered you,
A pleasant evening to you,
Good, good Luck!!..

Comrades of the senses,
writers,
Verbal boiling rivers
And rustle,
I love you,
How noisy Kourou,
I love in the feasts and in conversations.

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