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August 2017

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Мне как-то приснилось, что оказывается, стихо "Подросток брал жука..." я написала на инглише. Ну что, пришлось переводить. Правда, рифма в конце вообще пропала и клаузула съехала. И похоже, что сам  тест кривой. Ну, пусть пока будет так.
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Teenager took a beetle from grass to palm.
It rustled scratching, tickling, buzzing quietly.
In cradle, shallop it has been in calm.
It feel asleep. A years passed  so slowly.
 
But now palm wich swung  that sleeping beetle
Is spiked  thro with sharp tetrahedral nail.
It is impossible to change, walk up а little.
A guards are interioking circum tightly.

The woman's standing fixedly and still
And wathing forward speechlessly, black-eyedly.
Who'll be consoled by constansy and pledge 
Of coming true all scriptures and predictions?

White water's flowing freely from died ribs.
The world  is noiseless, and so it will not shudder.
She's speeking dumbly, squeesed: "I shall never
Forgive them."
 
 

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