Like a wavy cloud-shape,
Distant dust stirs there;
Mounted horseman, footman —
In the dust unclear.
Someone I see that gallops,
Horsed, swift as the wind.
Friend, my friend far distant,
Call me back to mind.
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Пыль встаёт вдали;
Конный или пеший —
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Вижу: кто-то скачет
На лихом коне.
Друг мой, друг далёкий,
Вспомни обо мне!
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