Что-то типа того
Kak vsie poreadocnoie leudi,
ja dostaiu svoy telephon.
Nu da, kartoshka fri na bleudie...
Da, dene boil slogen, dene boil truden,
no slava Bogu koncen on.
I pocemu – ne znaiu,
ja vspominaiu,
prosto
that Dust Of Snow iz Roberta Frosta.
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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