Рецензия на «М. Ю. Лермонтов Утес English» (Евгения Саркисьянц)
A golden cloud was so fair sleeping On a chest of a giant cliff and later She has raced along the azure, being So gay in early morning playing. But the wet trace has remained in wrinkles Of the old cliff... So lonely He was staying then in dreaming, Thinking deeply, crying on and over... Людмила 31 05.06.2011 18:41 • Заявить о нарушении
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