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Берестяные грамоты

Вино наш друг, но в нем живет коварство: пьешь много — яд, немного пьешь – лекарство.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Inwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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