January 25th, 2008

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А давайте отметим вот так:

The boughs of the spruce shaking over the ground,
The birds apprehensively tweeting...
You live in a wildwood forever spellbound
From which not a pathway is leading.
Let the cherry be drying her leaves in mid air,
Let the lilac her bounty be spilling --
All the same I am going to fetch you from here
To a palace where reedpipes are trilling.
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Translation by Genia Gurarie
(отсюда и отсюда)