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Из английской поэзии. Переводы Игоря Куберского

Birds at Winter by Thomas Hardy Around the house the flakes fly faster, And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster Around the house. The flakes fly! - faster Shutting indoors the crumb-outcaster We used to see upon the lawn Around the house. The flakes fly faster And all the berries now are gone!