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Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky
And now is not "caught".
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Well, then, not the fate ...
On the shore of desolate waves
He stood, full of great thoughts,
I stared into the distance. Before him wide
The river flowed; poor canoe
As it sought lonely.
On mossy, firebox shores
Blackened huts here and there,
Shelter wretched chuhontsa ... (c)
And your quote whose? Excuse me, did not know ...