Sequence of author: A man of his word(№1)
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Map (обратно) Dedication for Janet, sine qua non (обратно) Epigraph Ode to a Nightingale The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days, by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. KEATS (обратно) ONE Youth departs 1 Since long before the coming of Gods and mortals, the great rock of Krasnegar had stood amid the storms and ice of the Winter Ocean, resolute and eternal. Throughout...