I am a person. My scale is human. The Pyramids dispirit me. In front of them I'm out of humor abandoning them by all means. I'm sorry for these tragic mountains of stones, and groans, and tears, and lives of all uncounted inborn martyrs. The stone above bones never lies... Cathedrals, churches have my measure, and suit, and tune, and lure – don't push. How forests, meadows, rivers're magic! O how delighting oceans're huge! I want to look at their rich bottom through my designed inspection glass. Our tete-a'-tete'll be very pondered. How silent trees are – deep-sea grass! | 
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