Sergei Yesenin Quotes
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Whom shall I call on? Who will share with me The wretched happiness of staying alive? (Sergei Yesenin Quotes)
Not sorry, not calling, not crying All will pass like smoke of white apple trees Seized by the gold of autumn, I will no longer be young. (Sergei Yesenin Quotes)
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my heart. Predestined separation promises a future meeting (Sergei Yesenin Quotes)