Когда на море отдыхал
в песке я дырок накопал
несметное число.
И сразу хлынула туда
морская пенная вода,
и море утекло.
R.L. Stevenson. At the Sea-side.
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
Тo dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could Not came more.