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sweets to the sweet.
Jan 15, 2009 23:49
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malinskaya
January 15 2009, 21:24:32 UTC
поздравляю вашу маму!
здоровья наикрепчайшего, света, тепла, благополучия!
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subbotano4
January 15 2009, 22:57:03 UTC
я дожалась)потрясающе просто-не зря ждала!спасибо, что hазместили-а то бы в неведении, стихотворение вообще
вот еще нашла из него прекрасное
Good Hours
I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.
столько много у него интересного)
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ledydy
January 16 2009, 06:58:30 UTC
маму поздравляю!
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a_r_h_i_v
February 5 2009, 23:09:16 UTC
Даша, help! )
http://a-r-h-i-v.livejournal.com/205757.html
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здоровья наикрепчайшего, света, тепла, благополучия!
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вот еще нашла из него прекрасное
Good Hours
I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o'clock of a winter eve.
столько много у него интересного)
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