Subject: Миллион рытьем траншей не заработаешь!
Я так понимаю, это
Кстати, адрес
Subject: Миллион рытьем траншей не заработаешь!
Я так понимаю, это
Кстати, адрес
Elegy V: His Picture by Dr John Donne Here take my picture; though I bid farewell Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. ’Tis…
Pea Brush by Robert Frost I walked down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself about the…
Summer Silence Eruptive lightnings flutter to and fro Above the heights of immemorial hills; Thirst-stricken air, dumb-throated, in its woe Limply…