Чу-чух... чу-чух-чух-чух...
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перевод
I fill with wine every cask completely, I pull the sails and I spread them wide. The mind is blank, the goodbye is fleetly, The dawn is here, the…
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Deus conservat omnia
Joseph Brodsky On the Centenary of Anna Akhmatova The fire and the page, the silence and the chords the spearhead of poleaxe and hairs’ uneven…
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о потерях
Стихотворение "Молитва" Гийоры Фишерa, который потерял сына во время операции "Защитная стена". А когда я один доживу до седин…
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