Placeholder: The silvery river flows quietly In the realm of the evening green spring. The sun is setting behind the wooded mountains, A golden horn floats out of the moon. The West is covered with a pink ribbon, The ploughman returned to the hut from the fields, And beyond the road in the birch thicket A nightingale sang a love song. He listens affectionately to deep songs Dawn is coming from the west with a pink ribbon. He looks tenderly at the distant stars And the earth smiles at the sky. The silvery river flows quietly In the realm of the evening green spring. The sun is setting behind the wooded mountains, A golden horn floats out of the moon. The West is covered with a pink ribbon, The ploughman returned to the hut from the fields, And beyond the road in the birch thicket A nightingale sang a love song. He listens affectionately to deep songs Dawn is coming from the west with a pink ribbon. He looks tenderly at the distant stars And the earth smiles at the sky.

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The silvery river flows quietly In the realm of the evening green spring. The sun is setting behind the wooded mountains, A golden horn floats out of the moon. The West is covered with a pink ribbon, The ploughman returned to the hut from the fields, And beyond the road in the birch thicket A nightingale sang a love song. He listens affectionately to deep songs Dawn is coming from the west with a pink ribbon. He looks tenderly at the distant stars And the earth smiles at the sky.

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Kandinsky 2.2

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The silvery river flows quietly In the realm of the evening green spring. The sun is setting behind the wooded mountains, A golden horn floats out of the moon. The West is covered with a pink ribbon, The ploughman returned to the hut from the fields, And beyond the road in the birch thicket A nightingale sang a love song. He listens affectionately to deep songs Dawn is coming from the west with a pink ribbon. He looks tenderly at the distant stars And the earth smiles at the sky.
evershine
лес темный, с тропинками , иллюстрация сказочная, славянские сказки
А дитя Полуночницы, закутанное в шелка теней, бродило по лунным тропам, собирая росу с трав и нашептывая колыбельные уснувшим деревням. В его взгляде мерцала тайна ночи, а прикосновение было прохладным, как лунный свет. Говорили, что оно знало все тайны спящих и могло навести как сладкий сон, так и кошмар.
The silvery river flows quietly In the realm of the evening green spring. The sun is setting behind the wooded mountains, A golden horn floats out of the moon. The West is covered with a pink ribbon, The ploughman returned to the hut from the fields, And beyond the road in the birch thicket A nightingale sang a love song. He listens affectionately to deep songs Dawn is coming from the west with a pink ribbon. He looks tenderly at the distant stars And the earth smiles at the sky.
evershine, A place of rest, trees
лес темный, с тропинками , иллюстрация сказочная
лес темный, с тропинками ведущая в бок, иллюстрация сказочная
десь пейзаж был иным: деревья скрючивались в немых криках, а бледные цветы испускали мягкое, фосфоресцирующее сияние, освещая тропу в сгущающихся сумерках.
evershine, A place of rest, trees
десь пейзаж был иным: деревья скрючивались в немых криках, а бледные цветы испускали мягкое, фосфоресцирующее сияние, освещая тропу в сгущающихся сумерках.
evershine, A place of rest, trees
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