Мини-рассказы: Карл Сэндберг
SMOKE
I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers.
Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, guns and ships broken, cities burned, villages sent up
in smoke, and children where cows are killed off amid hoarse barbecues vanish like finger-rings of
smoke in a north wind.
I sit in a chair and read the newspapers.
ДЫМ
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I SIT in a chair and read the newspapers.
Millions of men go to war, acres of them are buried, guns and ships broken, cities burned, villages sent up
in smoke, and children where cows are killed off amid hoarse barbecues vanish like finger-rings of
smoke in a north wind.
I sit in a chair and read the newspapers.
ДЫМ
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А Вы не хотели бы "Дым" еще раз перевести?
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Какой же Вы замечательный!
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