You, the beautiful Shores of Tavrida - Crimea when I look at you from the ship in the light of morning Venus. When I saw you for the first time; you appeared in the nuptial splendor. in the blue serene sky there was glowing of your mountains. Ornaments of valleys, trees and villages were spread before my eyes. And their among the huts of Tatars what memories were awakened inside my
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