Рецензия на «Всегда, как по доске» (Влад Торн)
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience. (© Emily Dickinson) Влад Торн 07.10.2021 14:49 • Заявить о нарушении
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