Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev. Notes of a hunter (№ 332653)

... And little by little started back
To pull: the village, in a dark garden,
Where lime is so vast, so shady,
And lilies of the valley so the virgin fragrant,
Round willow above the water
From the dam leaned in succession,
Where the oak grows fat over fat field
Where the smell of konopel Yes nettles...
There, there, in meadows,
Where velvet is blackened earth,
Where rye is, wherever you throw your eyes,
Flowing softly soft waves.
And falls heavy yellow beam
Because of the clear, white, round clouds;
There is good...