Рецензия на «Covered in sinners» (Муся Нэцкэ)
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things Рифмочка 25.12.2020 18:02 • Заявить о нарушении
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