Spring, Spring, time of love - Pushkin

Spring, Spring, time for love,
How hard me your phenomenon,
What languid excitement
In my soul, in my blood ...
How alien to the heart of pleasure ...
All, that rejoices and shines,
Bores and vexation.

Give me a snowstorm and blizzard
And the long winter darkness of nights.

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