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| Author = [ [ Ivan Turgenev ] ]
| NAME = We 'll fight more !
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| IZTSIKLA = Poems in Prose
| DATASOZDANIYA = November , 1879
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What a tiny bit can sometimes rebuild the whole person!
Full reflection , I was walking one day along the highway .
Serious apprehension restricts my chest dispondence overwhelmed me.
I raised my head ... Before me , between two rows of tall poplars , the road like an arrow went off into the distance,
And across it , across this very road , ten paces from me, everything gilded in bright summer sun ,one after the other hopped a whole family of sparrows , hopped smartly , funny , arrogant !
Especially one of them and straining themselves sideways , sideways, pushing out his crop and boldly chirping , like the devil he was not my brother! Conqueror - and full!
Meanwhile, high in the sky circling hawk , which , perhaps , destined to swallow up precisely this, the conqueror.
I looked , laughed, shook himself - and sad thoughts immediately flew away : courage, boldness, desire for life I felt .
And let me circling '' my '' hawk ...
- We 'll fight yet , dammit!
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[ [Category: Russian prose , small form ] ]
[ [ Category : Literature in 1879 ] ]
[ [ Category: Prose Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev ] ]
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And accross it, accross this very road, ten paces from me, the whole gilded bright summer sun, one after the other whole family of sparrows, hopped smartly, funny, arrogant!
Especially one of them and straining themselves sideways, sideways, popping goiter and boldly chirping, like the devil he was not my brother! Conqueror - and full!
Meanwhile, high in the sky circling hawk, which, perhaps, destined to swallow up precisely this, the conqueror.
I looked, laughed, shook himself - and sad thoughts immediately flew away: courage, boldness, desire for life I felt.
And let me circling''my''hawk ...
- We 'll fight yet, dammit!
''November, 1879 ''
[[Category: Russian prose, small form]]
[[Category: Literature in 1879 ] ]
[[Category: Prose Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev]]
[[Fi: Tulemme vielä taistelemaan]]
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