Четырнадцатый День Лета
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the door;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
"Ворон", Эдгар Алан По
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the door;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
"Ворон", Эдгар Алан По
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