The crimson summer now grows pale;
Clear, bright days now soar away;
Hazy mist spreads through the vale,
As the sleeping night turns gray;
The barren cornfields lose their gold;
The lively stream has now turned cold;
The curly woods are gray and stark,
And the heavens have grown dark.
Where are you, my light, Natassia?
No one's seen you, — I lament.
Don't you want to share the passion
Of this moment with a friend?
You have not yet met with me.
By the pond, or by our tree,
Though the season has turned late,
We have not yet had a date.
Winter's cold will soon arrive,
Fields will freeze with frost, so bitter.
In the smoky shack, a light,
Soon enough, will shine and glitter.
I won't see my love, — I'll rage,
Like a finch, inside a cage,
And at home, depressed and dazed,
I'll recall Natassia's grace.
‐---------By Alexander Pushkin
The sun was bright and hot, and the midday sun appeared to burn the Sanctuary plants. This was an attack by heat wave that even the goddess's refuge could not withstand. There are some kids who simply sat down and spoke throughout the brief lunch break. The joy of play that ought to be a part of their children's everyday existence was taken away by the intense heat and tiredness from training, which made them about to talk one minute and quiet the next. They were too tired to run or leap. They also need to discover subjects of conversation, like their long-lost pals.
"Why isn't the Aquarius kid stay with us? Oh, and the Virgo kid, too," said Milo, who is under 7 years old and about to ask his question curiously
"Why even bother to ask?''Deathmask answered snappishly.
"The sons of a wealthy family like them will not be with us even if we all live in a saints training life."
"Are they rich?" Milo wondered
"Certainly."Saga answered him, "The grandfather of that Aquarius kid was a fairly important member of Freemasonry in Europe, and his family is also one of the chronically largest donors of us. That Virgo kid came from an Indian Brahman family. They are not from ordinary backgrounds, so the Sanctuary has to give them special favours that allow them to be educated at home and not need to be sent here until they receive the Clothe."
" Is that so?"Milo was disappointed: ''It would be great if there were more guys to play with us, but since becoming a gold saint in the future is destined to give up their name and be separated from their family, what is the point of their parents are still not letting go of teaching them?"
"You don't understand, kid. It's us who need to be separated from our family, but they may not be; even though it seems like we are about to do the same job and all of us have to end up leaving home, they are still destined to be in the higher positions than us, even if their strength probably not as strong as ours, we will never be the Same,'' said Deathmask.
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FanfictionCamus's childhood memories of Soviet era when he spent a summer at artek camp,Hyoga's mom Natassia was there too.age adjusted compare to the original