SapphirineStar 23 сентября 2017 г., 16:37 Пожаловаться I wept like a child. "Dear mountains! my own beautiful lake! how do you welcome your wanderer? Your summits are clear: the sky and lake are blue and pacid. Is thsi to prognosticate peace: or to mock at my unhappiness?". Frankenstein Mary Shelley 4,0