Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel
With these dear chains, they don’t demean;
The nightingale embushed in laurel,
The sylvan singers’ feathered queen

Russian shawlDoes she not bear the same sweet plight,
Near the proud rose’s beauty dwelling,
And with her tender anthems thrilling
The dusk of a voluptuous night

Alexandr Pushkin

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