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लेखक: Adam Mickiewicz

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

The mass began. The little sanctuary could not contain the entire
throng; the folk kneeled on the grass, gazing at the door of the
chapel, and bared their heads. The white or yellow hair of the
Lithuanian folk was gilded like a field of ripe grain; here and
there a maiden's fair head, decked with fresh flowers or with
peacock's feathers, and with ribbons flowing loose from her
braided hair, blossomed among the men's heads like a corn-flower
or poppy amid the wheat. The kneeling, many-coloured throng
covered the plain, and at the sound of the bell, as though at a
breath of wind, all heads bent down like ears of corn on a field.

स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।

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