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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave In alien lands I keep the bodyOf ancient native rites and things:I gladly free a little birdieAt celebration of the spring.I'm now free for consolation,And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creationsI've given freedom in this world! - Quote by Alexander Pushkin

In alien lands I keep the bodyOf ancient native rites and things:I gladly free a little birdieAt celebration of the spring.I’m now free for consolation,And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creationsI’ve given freedom in this world!

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Please never despise the translator. He's the mailman of human civilization.
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