Алан Рикман - 130 сонет Шекспира
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Глаза моей возлюбленной совсем не похожи на солнце;
Коралл гораздо краснее, чем красный цвет ее губ;
если снег - белый, то почему тогда ее груди бурого цвета;
если волосы сравнивать с проволокой, то у нее на голове
растет черная проволока.
Я видел дамасские розы, красные и белые,
но никаких роз я не нахожу в ее щеках,
и есть ароматы приятнее,
чем дух, исходящий от моей возлюбленной.
Я люблю слушать, как она говорит, и все же мне хорошо
известно,
что у музыки гораздо более приятный звук.
Признаю, что никогда не видел, как ходят богини,
моя _же_ возлюбленная, когда ходит, _тяжело_ ступает по земле.
И все же, клянусь небом, я полагаю, что моя любовь
не уступит красотой
любой женщине, оболганной фальшивыми сравнениями.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white; why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go -
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Глаза моей возлюбленной совсем не похожи на солнце;
Коралл гораздо краснее, чем красный цвет ее губ;
если снег - белый, то почему тогда ее груди бурого цвета;
если волосы сравнивать с проволокой, то у нее на голове
растет черная проволока.
Я видел дамасские розы, красные и белые,
но никаких роз я не нахожу в ее щеках,
и есть ароматы приятнее,
чем дух, исходящий от моей возлюбленной.
Я люблю слушать, как она говорит, и все же мне хорошо
известно,
что у музыки гораздо более приятный звук.
Признаю, что никогда не видел, как ходят богини,
моя _же_ возлюбленная, когда ходит, _тяжело_ ступает по земле.
И все же, клянусь небом, я полагаю, что моя любовь
не уступит красотой
любой женщине, оболганной фальшивыми сравнениями.
My Mistress' Eyes are notling Like The Sun;
Coral Is Far More Red than Her Lips' Red;
If Snow Be White; who the Her Breasts are Dun;
IF Hairs Be Wires, Black Wires Grow on Her Head.
I have Seen Roses Damasked, Red and White,
But no suchh roses see i in her cheeks,
And in Some Perfumes Is the More Delight
Than in the Breath that from My Mistress Reks.
I Love to Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know
That music Hath a far more playing Sound;
I Grant I NEVER SAW A Goddess GO -
My Mistress how She Walks Trieds on the Ground.
And Yet, by Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare
As any She Belied with False Compare.
The eyes of my beloved are not at all like the sun;
Coral is much redter than the red lips of her lips;
If the snow is white, then why is her breasts brown;
If you compare the hair with wire, then on her head
Black wire grows.
I saw Damassian roses, red and white,
But I do not find any roses in her cheeks,
And there are more pleasant aromas
than the spirit emanating from my beloved.
I love to listen to how she says, and yet I feel good
It is known
that music has a much more pleasant sound.
I admit that I have never seen the goddesses walk,
My _ also a lover when he walks, _Thezhel_ steps on the ground.
And yet, I swear by the sky, I believe that my love
It will not yield to beauty
Any woman sunk by false comparisons.
Coral Is Far More Red than Her Lips' Red;
If Snow Be White; who the Her Breasts are Dun;
IF Hairs Be Wires, Black Wires Grow on Her Head.
I have Seen Roses Damasked, Red and White,
But no suchh roses see i in her cheeks,
And in Some Perfumes Is the More Delight
Than in the Breath that from My Mistress Reks.
I Love to Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know
That music Hath a far more playing Sound;
I Grant I NEVER SAW A Goddess GO -
My Mistress how She Walks Trieds on the Ground.
And Yet, by Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare
As any She Belied with False Compare.
The eyes of my beloved are not at all like the sun;
Coral is much redter than the red lips of her lips;
If the snow is white, then why is her breasts brown;
If you compare the hair with wire, then on her head
Black wire grows.
I saw Damassian roses, red and white,
But I do not find any roses in her cheeks,
And there are more pleasant aromas
than the spirit emanating from my beloved.
I love to listen to how she says, and yet I feel good
It is known
that music has a much more pleasant sound.
I admit that I have never seen the goddesses walk,
My _ also a lover when he walks, _Thezhel_ steps on the ground.
And yet, I swear by the sky, I believe that my love
It will not yield to beauty
Any woman sunk by false comparisons.
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