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one whose lips are sweeter than the morning dew and heavenly wine, whose eyes are deeper than Baikal and infinitely greater than the cosmos, whose curls are crazy and draw their nets mercilessly, whose hands are warmer than fresh milk and are softer than silk, and the neck responds with a flute to the touches of the windless wind with a melody of happiness ... whose smile is clear as the light of the Polar Star on the path of the errant wanderer ... I kiss your feet, the virgin of the distant Izmailovsky gardens ...