Отрывок из пушкинского шедевра «Зимний вечер» в переводе
"from the sublime to the ridiculous"
Our cabin’s nook and cranny
Is disconsolate and gray
Why have you, my dearest nanny,
By the window trailed away ?
Is the snowstorm confusing
You, my friend, with howling gloom ?
Or perhaps you went a-snoozing
At the buzzing of your loom ?
Наша ветхая
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