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2009-12-06
Читать миниатюруПеревод из Левитанского: "Окрестности, пригород..."
Писательница: Гоцкая Наташа
Входит в цикл: “Стихотворение”
Рассказ в сборнике: Авторский сборник рассказов
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What for do we rush to the town that looms, vague and misty, To far-away years, where our youth is existing? A trumpet was calling for march, and the cheeks, though unshaven, Were touched by the lips moist and hot as in hell or in heaven. The trumpet is silent, the lips - they got cold long ago. What for do we need those years of youth? They are gone. The heart doesn't listen, it's fluttering - we're almost there - The dome and the belfry, and what is the name of the square? The square, the church and the street - isn't this the same alley?
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