Уильям Шекспир - Быть или не быть
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To be or not to be, is the question;
What is noble to the Spirit -
Prachas and arrows of fierce fate
Il, breaking on the sea sink, fight them
Confrontation? Die, fall asleep -
Only; and say that you finish
Longing and thousands of natural flour,
Sheer flesh - as such a junction
Do not crave Die, sleep. - Fall asleep!
And see dreams, maybe? That's the difficulty;
What dreams are dreaming in mortal snow,
When we reset this bragish noise,
That's what knocks us off; That's where the reason is
That disasters are so durable;
Who will demolish the leaf and the mildness of the century,
Rushing strong, mocking pride,
The pain of despicable love, judges, in defense,
Communication of the authorities and insult
Indirect merit
When he could give himself a calculation
Simple dagger? Who would be made with a burden,
To protect and sweat under a tedious life,
When the fear of something after death, -
An unbreakable edge where there is no return
Earthly wanderings - the will did not confuse
Inspiring us to endure our adversity
And do not rush to others, from us hidden?
So cowards make us meditation
And so determined natural color
Hare under the thoughts of thought pale,
And the beginnings that took place powerfully
Turning towards your turn
Lose the name of the action. But quieter!
Ophelia? - in your prayers, nymph,
May my sins remember.