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Ó åæåâèêè øèï â áîêó –
Íî ïëà÷à ìû íå ñëûøèì –
È êóðîïàòêå ÿãîäó
Ãîòîâèò, è ìàëü÷èøêå –
Òî ñ äåðåâîì ðàçäåëèò ïóòü –
Òî ëåçåò ïî îãðàäå –
Òî æàäíî âöåïèòñÿ â ñêàëó –
Íå ÷óâñòâ îòâåòíûõ ðàäè –
Ìû ñëîâîì îáëåã÷àåì áîëü,
Íî êòî ñêîðáèò áåç êðèêà
×óòü áëèæå ê íåáó ïîäîéäåò –
Îòâàæíà åæåâèêà.
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The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side —
But no Man heard Him cry —
He offers His Berry, just the same
To Partridge — and to Boy —
He sometimes holds upon the Fence —
Or struggles to a Tree —
Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands —
But not for Sympathy —
We — tell a Hurt — to cool it —
This Mourner — to the Sky
A little further reaches — instead —
Brave Black Berry —