Вадим Демчог - Фрэнки Шоу - 66 сонет Шекспира
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Translation by V. Orel
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I call death. I'm tired to death -
From pride going to the dwelling,
From the void that occupied the pedestal,
From the triped faith from under the stick,
From the shame of orders and gallunes,
From women those who disappeared,
From the strength under the heel of talkers,
From wise greatness in disgrace,
From inspiration stealthily,
From simplicity in which there is no proka,
From knowledge in the hands of a fool,
From kindness in improvised vice ...
I'm so tired .. But if I accept death,
Where do you go alone?