Геннадий, добрый мой приятель, Родился неизвестно где - Иль в РуандЕ, иль в УгандЕ - Какая разница, читатель? И я гулял бы там меж гор, Когда б не Герцль, Теодор.
To make a start more swift than weighty. Hall Muse. Dear Reader, once upon A time, saym sirca 1980, There lived a man. His name was John. Successful in his field though only, Oh, twenty six, respected, lonely, One evening as he walked across Golden Gate Park, the ill-judged toss Of a red frisbee almost brained him. He thought: "If I died, who'd be sad? Who'd weep? Who'd gloat? Who would be glad? Would anybody?" As it pained him, He turned from this dispiring theme To ruminations less extreme...
Махровый бредень просто! Я все утро ржала, как ненормальная. Еще тут Одну башню с продолжением читанула... Какие, однако, культурные пласты можно взрыть благодаря френдам! :))))))
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Геннадий, добрый мой приятель,
Родился неизвестно где -
Иль в РуандЕ, иль в УгандЕ -
Какая разница, читатель?
И я гулял бы там меж гор,
Когда б не Герцль, Теодор.
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To make a start more swift than weighty.
Hall Muse. Dear Reader, once upon
A time, saym sirca 1980,
There lived a man. His name was John.
Successful in his field though only,
Oh, twenty six, respected, lonely,
One evening as he walked across
Golden Gate Park, the ill-judged toss
Of a red frisbee almost brained him.
He thought: "If I died, who'd be sad?
Who'd weep? Who'd gloat? Who would be glad?
Would anybody?" As it pained him,
He turned from this dispiring theme
To ruminations less extreme...
(Vikram Seth, "The Golden Gate")
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