Воронья губа. Из фотографий Евгения Захарова. Июнь 2008

Воронья губа. Из фотографий Евгения Захарова. Июнь 2008

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Edgar Poe. Raven

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