Воронья губа. Из фотографий Евгения Захарова. Июнь 2008

Воронья губа. Из фотографий Евгения Захарова. Июнь 2008

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

Edgar Poe. Raven

 

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