Эпиграф

Gloria, I think they got your number,
I think they got the alias,
That you really don’t remember,
What it something that they said?
Are the voices in you head calling, Gloria?
L. Branigan

Ты сядь, послушай музыку мою;
Поверь, не нужно суеты в раю.
Забудь на миг святую жизнь свою,
Ты знай, что я тебе пою.
Л. Милович

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff - and I
Lived on, flew on in the reflected sky.
V. Nabokov


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