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I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long before evening to tire my superfluous1 worries. When the burdocks rustle2 in the ravine and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops3 I compose happy verses about life's decay, decay and beauty. licks my palm, purrs so sweetly on the saw-mill turret6 by the lake. Only the cry of a stork7 landing on the roof occasionally breaks the silence. If you knock on my door I may not even hear. Anna Akhmatova 点击收听单词发音
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