Among the worlds, and in the stellar lightOne Star repeatedly I call by name...And not because She is the one I loved,But just because the others slake my flame.And if the burden of my doubt is hardFrom Her I seek an answer, unimpe...

A pitiful cat had a paw badly injured – She sits there, and will not walk anytime soon.Please, hurry to cure the paw badly injured, For this one should buy her a dozen balloons!At once people started to crowd on the road – They bus...

A pitiful cat had a paw badly injured – She sits there, and will not walk anytime soon.Please, hurry to cure the paw badly injured, For this one should buy her a dozen balloons!At once people started to crowd on the road – They bus...

Elizaveta played with fireElizaveta played with fireSet fire along the spineSet fire along the spinePetr Palych looked in excitement aroundPetr Palych looked in excitement aroundand heavily breathed and heavily breathedand...

Elizaveta played with fireElizaveta played with fireSet fire along the spineSet fire along the spinePetr Palych looked in excitement aroundPetr Palych looked in excitement aroundand heavily breathed and heavily breathedand...

A man has left his home and tookA bludgeon and a sack. Long road to walk, Long road to walk,Without looking back.He went directly straight ahead, And kept on looking straight, Slept not, drank not,...

A man has left his home and tookA bludgeon and a sack. Long road to walk, Long road to walk,Without looking back.He went directly straight ahead, And kept on looking straight, Slept not, drank not,...

Faddeyev, Kaldeyev and Peppermaldeyevonce made promenade in the thickness of groves.Faddeyev in ’ top hat, Kaldeyev in gauntlets,and Peppermaldeyev with a key on his nose.Above, in a squeaking cart, falcons were catchingan under-bo...

“O, my Lord, in the face of day The sloth has swept over me.Let me lie and sleep, my Lord,And while I am asleep, pump me, my LordWith Thy force.Much I want to know,But neither books, nor men will tell me that.Only Thee, my Lord...

Из глубины этого тёмного, опустевшего студгородкая слышу ночное гудение библиотеки,хор авторов, бормочущих внутри собственных книгна неосвещённых полках под литерами,Джиованни Понтано вслед за Поупом, Дюма рядом с сыном,каждый зашит в...