Sense of beauty

The beauty of a language, that you really manage to feel, appears at the certain level of its usage on which you can construct a long perplex structures by words, which full meaning will unveil only when you reach a final dot placed at the end of a sentence. [The beauty of a language is felt at a deep level only after a complex structure of words come together and their meaning is revealed when a final dot is placed at the end of the sentence.] And not only to construct, but also to avoid any ambiguity, of course, only if it is not the aim of an author who want to cloud by it the shades of a sense by too much adherence to grammatical rules.  As longer as you can bear convey the meaning along the patter on a sentences avoiding mistakes, as masterly you are able to govern your new language.
There is and there is not a freedom in English coincidently. At the school that I finished more than 10 years ago, the quite good Moscow school, indeed, we studied that we must strictly obey one define structure alike “Subject +verb+direct object + indirect object”, and if you didn’t do it, you made the mistake, because there is no freedom in English. Perhaps by that reason, all translations from Russian to English, that were made by Russians translators burned in USSR are so rough, so jagged. There is no a fly of a word, no sense of beauty.