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05:42 Suddenly my right 18 | |
| нание about something happy that has oddly dropped out of memory. I vspomi - наю the wide red steps which were seen between stalks дельфиниума; we under - нялись on them on avenue leaving afar on which parties grew hundred - rye-prestarye shady trees. Along this avenue, among reddish, izbo - The trunks born all-fm.ru by cracks, there were solemnly marble benches and statues, And on sand manual, very tender, white pigeons "wandered. Reading this fragment, I have shuddered. Again red colour of a bark of trees and Red steps. As in my city. And light, same, probably, the golden. It seemed to me: if attentively to read, it is possible to find and the description of a city with Red walls of palaces. And I read. I have found a wide shady colonnade, Spacious cool palace, fountains. All it were seen by boy Wallace. Then He played with new companions - there there were many people who were glad it To see, there were also contemporaries. With coevals it has not remembered game. It only pres - ледовало unique memoirs on happiness and vision of a platform, green Grass and a sundial - there they played. Till now the story-teller spoke about dream, of fleeting happiness of the child, Early remained without mother. And all of us heart wished the boy at least still Some light minutes in a magic garden. But the tool is not without reason named, from - Measuring both time, and happiness - a sundial on a platform for games, it is framed - ные colours. There is a strict woman with a serious face. It attracts small Uol - | |
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