живу всем на зло как бы вам этого не хотелось!
муз, контакт, грустные истори!
грустняк, трофимов, фактор 2
Сумерки 1, 2, Троя, лысый нянь.....
я ненавижу классиков хотя читать люблю....
фабрика 2, супер финал, папины дочки, букины!
My mistress eyes are nothing
like the sun
Coral is far more red
then her lips red
If snow be white why then
her breastsare dun
If hairs be wires black wires
grow on her head
I have seen roses damask
red and white
But no such roses see I in her cheeks
And in some perfumes
is there more delight
Than in the breath that from
my mistress reek.
I love to hear her spear
yet well I know
That music hath a far more
peasing sound
I grand I never saw a goddess go
My mistress when she walks
treads оn the ground
And yet by heaven I think
my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare