
26 April, 2009
20 April, 2009
пролет, лято, есен, зима.. и пак пролет.

And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

19 April, 2009
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