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Дочь надевает колготы.
Пятнадцать минут.
Пятнадцать минут, но добилась успеха едва ли...
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I leaue for yov when I am dead,
That, being gone, here yov may
What was your liueing mother's mind

Jaya
EN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn,
In my lambent sky of love,
May your growing glory prove Sacred to your consecration,

Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately

Do ye hear the children weeping,
O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers—- And that cannot stop their tears
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; The young birds...

Túrin Son of Húrin & Glórund the
Lo
the golden dragon of the God of Hell, the gloom of the woods of the world now gone, the woes of Men, and weeping of Elves fading faintly down forest pathways, is now to tell, and the name most tear...

Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night,

For those that never know the light,
The darkness is a sullen thing;
And they, the Children of the Night,
Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing

ME, my little children, here are songs for you;
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear

Hunger points a bony
To the workhouse on the hill,
But the little children
While there's flowers to gather

I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
Four cocks there were, and hens the rest
I nursed them up with pain and care,
Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,

My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads
The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white
The grey-green pike lances upstream Kale, like mermaid's hair points the water's ...