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Mad Psychos

(«-(«-(«-Бешеные Психи-»)-»)-») ??1972 Год??England??London?? ???536 Primary School??? ???536-Я Начальная Школа??? ???Physical Education Lesson??? ???Урок Физкультуры??? ⚽?!?Почему Вы На Меня Так Смотрите?!⚽?Как Будто Я Вам Должен Или Я Что-То Натворил ⚽?Как Будто Ничего Не Произошло И Не Происходило ⚽?Ваш Сын Бьёт Весь Класс ⚽?Бьёт Всю Школу ⚽?Бьёт Весь Район ⚽?!?Да Что Говорить!? ⚽?Половина Лондона Ходит Побитых […]

Friends Forever

(«-(«-(«-RassKazancevFilm-»)-»)-») ??Сonnellsville??Pennsylvania?? ?Daniel Davis Nicholson? В 1980 Году В Небольшом Городке Коннеллсвилл В Штате Пенсильвания Родился Мальчик ??Дэниел Дэвис Николсон?? Когда Он Подрос Он Сам Придумал Себе Имя Собрав Его По Частям Потому Что Никто Ему Его Не Давал Родителям Было Не До Этого Они Были Алко-Наркоманами И Не Знали Трезвой Жизни Напьются Обнимутся И […]

PuppeT

(«-(«-(«-RassKazancevFilm-»)-»)-») ??Словакия (Slovensko)?? ??Словацкая Республика (Slovenska Republika)?? ??Zlate Moravce?? ?Boleslav? В Небольшом Городке Zlate Moravce В Словакии Жил Да Был Мальчик Болеслав Он Рос В Бедной Семье Его Папа Постоянно Был Пьян И Проводил Время С Любовницей А Мама Чтобы Хоть Как-То Сохранить Семью Делала Вид Что Ничего Не Замечает А Когда Папа Приходил Домой […]

New Year’s Quartet

(«-(«-(«-New Year’s Quartet-»)-»)-») («-(«-(«-Новогодний Квартет-»)-»)-») ??RassKazancevFilm?? ?Dzhoerdeyn Zhyul’en???Paris ??‍♀Hloya-Clare Charlemagne??‍♀??Paris ??Al’fons Shatil’on????Hungary ?‍♀Demetria Borbély?‍♀??Hungary 2020 Год 30 Декабря ?Whatsapp ???Добрый День Dzhoerdeyn ??Привет Al’fons ???Звучит Как Обзывание ??!?А Что Поделаешь Если У Тебя Имя Такое!? ???Да Ладно Всё Нормально ???Что На Этот Раз? ???Мы Решили Вам Сделать Сюрприз ???Опять В Гости Собрались Что-Ли? ???Да ??Жена […]

Family Of Sad Clowns

(«-(«-(«-Family Of Sad Clowns-»)-»)-») («-(«-(«-СемьяГрустныхКлоунов-»)-»)-») ??RassKazancevFilm?? ?The Clown School?Los Angeles?? ?Школа Клоунов?Лос Анджелес?? ??4210 Panamint Street?? Los Angeles?? CA 90065?? ??2010 Год?? ?Mikolaj Kowalski???Polska?? ??‍♀Stefania O’Brien??‍♀??Australia?? ????Stefania Милая ?????Ты Почему Не В Онлайне? ?????Ты Где? ?????‍♀Mikolaj ?????‍♀Я Здесь ????Я Думал Ты Меня Бросила ????Я Чуть Сума Не Сошёл ????Я Пока Спал Очень Сильно Соскучился По […]

РэпВакСтихация

Геодезик Мехак В Шубной Мехе Коллегой Мехой Со Смехом Был Заколот Минивехой Бывшим Лютеньким Морпехой Которые Приехали На Бехе После Того Как Были В Политехе Где С Большим Успехом Что С Сыном Бывшего Морпеха По Фамилии Орехов Произошла Огрешная Потеха Сынок Надев Доспехи И Хотев С Согрупницей Утехов Произошла Помеха От Профессора С Фамилией ШтрейкобреХер Не Чистокровным […]

Дождь-Снег

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И у окна надела верба наряд расшитый серебром

Последний снег склевала морось, пожухлый лист поднял крыло, а чайка, надрывая голос, зовёт весеннее тепло. Молчит душа – откуда вера, что всё закончится добром, и у окна надела верба наряд расшитый серебром. Вздохнёшь – апреля заморочки не понимаешь, хоть убей, а облака стирают точки, что ставит стайка голубей. Но укорять весну не вправе ни ты, […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Quando Ver Venit Meum?. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Quando Ver Venit Meum? –Poet, babbling delicate song Vainly for the ears of love, Vail not hope if thou wait long; Charming thy hope to song Thou wilt win love. Thou dost yearn for lovelier flow’r Than all blooms that all men cull: […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. The Poet Saint. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) The Poet Saint Sphere thee in Confidence Singing God’s Word, Led by His Providence, Girt with His Sword; Bartering all for Faith, Following e’er That others deem a wraith, Fleeting and fair. ‘Walk thou no ample way Wisdom doth mark; Seek thou […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Sundown. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Sundown Lilac and green of the sky, Brown of the broken earth, Apple trees whitening high, May and the Summer’s birth. Voices of children and mirth Singing of clouds that are ships, Sure to sail into the firth Where the sun’s anchor now […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Postscriptum: September 1913. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Postscriptum: September 1913 I, Adam, saw this life begin And lived in Eden without sin, Until the fruit of knowledge I ate And lost my gracious primal state. I, Nero, fiddled while Rome burned: I saw my empire overturned, And proudly to my […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Of the Man of My First Play. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Of the Man of My First Play As one who stands in awe when on his sight A fragment of antiquity doth burst And body huge above the plain which erst Knew its high fame and all its olden might, So in a dream […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Of a Greek Poem. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Of a Greek Poem Crave no more that antique rapture Now in alien song to reach: Here uncouth you cannot capture Gracious truth of Attic speech. Utterly the flowers perish, Grace of Athens, Rome’s renown, Giving but a dream to cherish Tangled in […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. Luna Dies Et Nox Et Noctis Signa Severa. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Luna Dies Et Nox Et Noctis Signa Severa The mountain, rolled in purple, fold on fold, Delicate, dim, aware, After the sunset, when the twilight air Is hush, expectant :– And below, between The road-way and the mountain, the thin screen, Frigid and straight, […]

English Poetry. Thomas MacDonagh. In Calm. Томас Макдона.

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) In Calm Not a wind blows and I have cried for storm! The night is still and sullen and too bright, Still and not cold,– the airs around me warm Rise, and I hate them, and I hate the night. Yet I shall […]

English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. Strange Meeting. Уилфред Оуэн. Странная встреча

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн) Strange Meeting It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which Titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Guides at Cabul. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) The Guides at Cabul (1879) Sons of the Island race, wherever ye dwell, Who speak of your fathers’ battles with lips that burn, The deed of an alien legion hear me tell, And think not shame from the hearts ye tamed to learn, […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. A Ballad of John Nicholson. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) A Ballad of John Nicholson It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jalándhar came, On his way to Delhi fight. And as he by Jalándhar came, He thought what he must do, And he sent […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Seringapatam. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Seringapatam “The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps Heeds not the cry of man; The faith that Tippoo Sahib keeps No judge on earth may scan; He is the lord of whom ye hold Spirit and sense and limb, Fetter and chain are all ye […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Gillespie. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Gillespie Riding at dawn, riding alone, Gillespie left the town behind; Before he turned by the Westward road A horseman crossed him, staggering blind. “The Devil’s abroad in false Vellore, The Devil that stabs by night,” he said, “Women and children, rank and […]

English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. Homeward Bound. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт) Homeward Bound After long labouring in the windy ways, On smooth and shining tides Swiftly the great ship glides, Her storms forgot, her weary watches past; Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last. […]

English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Copa De Oro. Ина Донна Кулбрит.

Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Copa De Oro (CALIFORNIA POPPY) Thy satin vesture richer is than looms Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings, Not dyes of olden Tyre, not precious things Regathered from the long forgotten tombs Of buried empires, not the iris plumes […]

English Poetry. Ina Donna Coolbrith. Meadowlarks. Ина Донна Кулбрит.

Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит) Meadowlarks Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am! (Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!) Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm. O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the Spring! Sweet, sweet, […]

English Poetry. Christina Georgina Rossetti. I Loved You First: But Afterwards Your Love. Кристина Джорджина Россетти.

Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти) * * * Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – Dante Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore, E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. – Petrarca I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. A Sheaf of Nature-Songs. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) A Sheaf of Nature-Songs (Overstrand, 1905.) I They were gathered up in the moods Which I found in the solitudes Of the shore and the fields and the woods, Of the dawn and the noon and the even, Of the earth and […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. From an Old Garden. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) From an Old Garden OUTSIDE Trees have grown to the edge of the gate Where grey-bearded lichens cling; The greenwoods stand in a ring, Holding the garden-pearl in their centre A jewel inviolate. Heart of mine, shall we enter? There is a […]

English Poetry. Arthur William Symons. Kisses. Артур Саймонс (Симонс).

Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс)) Kisses Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird’s kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Colour-Tones. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Colour-Tones I A visionary filmy sheen Scarce palpable of silver-green Limns barren furrow and bare branch. One month more, and the welcoming Gates o’ the world will open wide To let the full deep vernal tide Sweep overland, an avalanche Of green, absorbing […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. The Moral. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) The Moral The youth cried in anguish: “God, My life is bowed down beneath Its woe! I am no mere clod— There’s fire in my blood and breath. “You, Who made me of flesh, not stone, Of quivering tissues—dare You leave me to […]

English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Dream-Ships. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон) Dream-Ships I set my dream-ships floating Upon the tides of sleep. Beneath whose moving waters Unfathomed currents creep; And one was made of roses With flowering mast and spars, And one was made of music, And one was made of stars: One […]

English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. The River. Чарльз Сорли.

Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) The River He watched the river running black Beneath the blacker sky; It did not pause upon its track Of silent instancy; It did not hasten, nor was slack, But still went gliding by. It was so black. There was no wind […]

English Poetry. Charles Hamilton Sorley. Peace. Чарльз Сорли.

Charles Hamilton Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) Peace There is silence in the evening when the long days cease, And a million men are praying for an ultimate release From strife and sweat and sorrow—they are praying for peace. ⁠But God is marching on. Peace for a people that […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. Béranger’s “To My Old Coat”. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Béranger’s “To My Old Coat” Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one; For years I’ve brushed thee every day— Could Socrates have better done? What though the fates would wreak on thee The fulness of their […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. A Spring Poem from Bion. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) A Spring Poem from Bion One asketh: “Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What’s the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When from harvest toil we rest? Is it autumn with its glory Of all surfeited desires? Is it winter, when […]

English Poetry. Eugene Field. Mother and Sphinx. Юджин Филд.

Eugene Field (Юджин Филд) Mother and Sphinx (EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white— A ghostly shadow in ghostly light, Peering and moaning it stands. “Oh, is it the king […]