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Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast:
The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past;
Old
ON her Neighbour all smilingly hails—For the

(Rainer Maria Rilke)He went up under the gray
All gray and lost in the olive
And laid his forehead, gray with dust,
Deep in the dustiness of his hot hands

Почтенный Оливье, побрив меня, сказал:
«Мне жаль моих французов бедных
В министры им меня Господь послал
И Трубникова дал наместо труб победных»