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Речь Антония
Jan 16, 2010 19:45
Вольный перевод из
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
I come to bury Ceasar, not to praise him Сообщники, откройте ваши уши (
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schasvirnus
January 17 2010, 01:54:17 UTC
Ах !
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clittary_hilton
January 17 2010, 17:17:26 UTC
Methinks there is much reason in your sayings!
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tarnegolet
January 17 2010, 05:58:39 UTC
Крокодилова слеза :))))
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clittary_hilton
January 17 2010, 17:14:56 UTC
Act 3. Scene III
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff...
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cema
January 17 2010, 06:26:26 UTC
Неожиданно!
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clittary_hilton
January 17 2010, 17:22:30 UTC
CINNA THE POET
Truly, my name is Cinna.
First Citizen
Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
CINNA THE POET
I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Fourth Citizen
Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
CINNA THE POET
I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Fourth Citizen
It is no matter, his name's Cinna...
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Truly, my name is Cinna.
First Citizen
Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
CINNA THE POET
I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Fourth Citizen
Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
CINNA THE POET
I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Fourth Citizen
It is no matter, his name's Cinna...
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