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Monday, December 14, 2015

Kismet







"The dews drop slowly and dreams gather; unknown spears
 Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,
 And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
 Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears..."

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Anonymous ---> said...

В огоро́де бузина́, а в Ки́еве дя́дька.

28/1/16 06:27  

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