You, yourself, under the rain of my caresses will caste off your silk train,

And I'll carry you, lightheaded, to the bush till morning.

And let the woodgrouse cry with ringing.
There is some merry melancholy in the scarlet of dawn...

~ Sergey Aleksandrovich Yesenin
* Images by Ewa-Marie Rundquist
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