Among BeautyThe little boy sat in the boat,veseltsem-- waved and floated.Svitalo.Sonechko rose,Hidden morning fog.In Russia sriblyvsya gray Lan,And naverhiv'yah forest sun played.Boy stopped. That's a beauty!Blooming clouds heaven:fly in flocks of ducks,birds chirping merrily.Somewhere hear seagulls crying tender.Here there perepilka-- corncrake.And there in the green woods, forges cuckoo.