А. С. Пушкин Зимний вечер перевод на английский
Our dilapidated howel, And the sad and dark, What are you,my old lady, I fell silent at the window? Or howling the storm You a my friend,tired, Or doze under the hum His spindle?
Drink good friend Poor of my youth Drink with grief,where is the cup? Heart will be happier. Sing me a song,like a bird Quiet living overseas, Sing me a song,Like virgin During the mourning the water was.
Storm sky mist conceals, Swirls of snow twisting, That,is like beast the howl, That,cry like a child. Drink good friend Poor of my youth Drink the grief,where is a cup? Hearts will be happier.
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