Now when I stand alone for long time before the Pushkin's bust, which is my yearning to see day and night, I wipe gently off my hair, which has entirely become grey on my head.
此刻伫立在普希金铜像之前，我轻轻拂拭满头白发，胸中怎能不翻腾万千感慨？
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On his desk there stand a bust of his favorite poet.