Here you will find the Poem The Cliff of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered; On his breast it slept, but, rising early, Off it gently rushed across the pearly Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged. Still, a trace it left upon the stony Giant's heart, and plunged in thought and weeping Slow and tortured tears, he stands there, keeping Vigil o'er the gloomy waste and lonely.
