candlend 16 июля 2012 г., 14:31 Пожаловаться Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said, Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair. Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience William Blake 4,2