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ных особенностях этого рода, не поддавались французской передаче; далее, потому, что многие места, со всей враждебностью направленные против лиц, неизвестных во Франции, могли во ..
узнали, что проще, добрей суходольских господ "во всей вселенной не было", но узнали и то, что не было и "горячее" их; узнали, что темен и сумрачен был старый суходольский..
Как славно было бы их насвежо опубликовать, особенно вторую!]. Этим был озабочен Александр Герцен --- и во всем его письменном наследстве ..
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Perhaps it was people, made drunk on a horrible potion
In order that no one would hear their stomping and shouts
Came over to kill, to make soundless the mountain valley
And they tied the echo and they placed a gag in its mouth.
All night they continued the bloody and cruel amusement
And nobody heard but a sound as on it people walked
In morning they shot in the face the quiescent mountain echo
And stones just like tears did burst from the wounded rock.
Unfinished Flight
Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
And that he had a voice - he did not know.
Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
And on bad terms with circumstance.
And the tight string lay on a fret
That was broken in single place.
He started shyly with note C
But did not finish it, you see..
His music was incomplete
Did not make anyone's soul rise..
The dog did bark, and the cat
Was hunting mice.
It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
But he made jokes - they had no grace,
He did not finish tasting wine
Did not even touch it to his face.
While he started the argument
Unhurried and uncertain
Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
The soul did shimmer through the skin.
He began the duel on the rug,
Barely, barely he began.
The judge did not open the score.
And little he saw of the game.
He sought to know all of it,
But did not reach, did not...
Not till the riddle, not the root,
He did not dig until the deep,
And her, that is still by herself,
He did not finish loving!
It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
And he did hurry - all for none.
And all that he did not resolve
Was not resolved by anyone.
Not with single word do I lie -
He served the pure word, poetry...
