Yesterday, until six o'clock struck,
Sennaya I passed on;
It whipped a woman, a young peasant
.
No sound from his throat only issued
Only the whip, playing, whistling ...
Then I said to my Muse: 'Look
C'est ta soeur que l'on bat! "
yesterday afternoon, one o'clock in the sixth,
I Went to the Haymarket;
They beat a woman with his whip,
a young peasant girl.
Not a sound from her breast,
Just whip whistling, playing ...
and Museum, I said: "Look!
thy sister dear!"
Nikolaï NEKRASSOV (one thousand eight hundred and twenty-one - 1 877)
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