Oh I how light and lovely the air is upon the earth ! 

 How beautiful thou art, my earth, my golden, my 

 emerald, my sapphire earth ! Who, born to thy 

 heritage would choose to die, would wish to close his 

 eyes upon thy serene beauties and upon thy magnificent 

 spaces? — Feodor Sologub. 



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