Разбирая бумаги, нашёл стихотворение, которое младшенькая написала в школе два года назад.
Свеча
The tall white statue
illuminates
the
hall,
caressing the path to sleep.
Drip
drip
drip.
Will it ever stop?
That treasured white liquid
hardens.
Darkness.
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Свеча
The tall white statue
illuminates
the
hall,
caressing the path to sleep.
Drip
drip
drip.
Will it ever stop?
That treasured white liquid
hardens.
Darkness.
Мой перевод:
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