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Steppe and distance. There is a ringing of the heart, purity, spaciousness and heaven in the river.
How beautiful Russian paintings are.
And it is a delight to the eyes, and the soul is resurrected.

The Russian lands are like a song from God. The villages of Konstantinovs latitude and Yesenins poems.
Everything is intertwined in one flight.
Always fresh and young.

You are an eye like the eye of the Russian distance.
You reach all the way to heaven.
And you take away all the sorrows,
Leaving a place for miracles in the heart.

The work of a picturesque place in the village of Konstantinova. The birthplace of Sergei Yesenin.