О, не рухайтесь, панно! Я не просто дивлюся на Вас — Я творю Ваш портрет ?з др?бних поц?лунк?в ол??. На мо?м полотн? завмира? скуйовджений час ? побачить Вас Бог так, як я лиш Вас бачити вм?ю. О, не рухайтесь, панно...

Лина Костенко ?Ображений Торквемада? Я ?нкв?зитор. Ну, ? що ?з того? Чи то так? вже злочини страшн?? Я не хвалюся. В?ку золотого, звичайно ж, не було ? при мен?. Ну, катував. Ну, навертав...

Лина Костенко "Умирають майстри" Умирають майстри, залишаючи спогад, як рану. В барель?фах печал? уже ?м спинилася мить. А п?дмайстри ?ще не зробились майстрами. А робота не жде. ?? треба робить....

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, 'If you choose to suppose, That my nose is too long, You are certainly wrong!' That remarkable Man with a nose. =====================...

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик There was an Old Person of Ischia, Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier; He dance hornpipes and jigs, And ate thousands of figs, That lively Old Person of Ischia. ==========...

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик There was a Young Lady of Portugal, Whose ideas were excessively nautical: She climbed up a tree, To examine the sea, But declared she would never leave Portugal. ==============...

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a Bee; When they said, 'Does it buzz?' He replied, 'Yes, it does!' 'It's a regular brute of a Bee!! ===================...

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик There was a Young Lady whose bonnet, Came untied when the birds sate upon it; But she said: 'I don't care! All the birds in the air Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!' ===========...

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик The was a Young Lady of Bute, Who played on a silver-gilt flute; She played several jigs, To her uncle's white pigs, That amusing Young Lady of Bute. ======================...

Эдвард Лир. Лимерик There was an Old Person of Philae, Whose conduct was scroobious and wily; He rushed up a Palm, When the weather was calm, And observed all the ruins of Philae. =================...