|omitkina||Дата: Среда, 24.02.2016, 11:20 | Сообщение # 1|
|In The Neglected Estate|
I have decided to be a fairy today,
Have decorated my dress with beads
And have made a crown of bright leaves.
And I went to the dry tree-stump like to the throne,
Touched the trees with the prut,
And the local nature woke up.
The oak told me about the previous century,
About the next estate and the man,
That had lived there and planted allies,
Where young ladies had walked like fairies,
How the carriages with horses had ridden there
And the chained up bear had sat in the pit,
And how trout had been grown for the pond…