By Nikolai Alexeevich Nekrasov
The former day, about six,
I visited Sennaya*.
The peasant woman was by whip
So hardly beaten there.
No any sound's heard from chest,
The only scourge was whistling.
And to my Muse I've said: 'Look best -
Here's your sister sibling! '
1848
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* Sennaya street in St.Petersburg
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