A ragged urchin, aimless... «Иосиф Бродский»
skadi_books4 июля 2013A ragged urchin, aimless and alone, Loitered about that vacancy; a bird Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone: That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third Were axioms to him, who'd never heard Of any world where promises were kept Or one could weep because another wept.
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