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Oh, how high your brow, ripe with laurus, ascends above the literary world! Your multilingual bottomless thesaurus is full of diamonds, emeralds and gold. I'm sorting through these treasures in the shadow of your memorial fancied by the birds: the butterflies, the motherland, the meadow as green as youth, the chess, the rhymes, the words. Oh, those words! The words? It would be better to call them spells, the spells I haven't yet defeated. This is why the every letter of me is soaked in your magic sweat. They say, I am possessed by you. That day I came into the world, you went away. * См. перевод в комментарии 1. |
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