— Какое имя чуждо перемены,
Хоть наизнанку выверни его?
Все буквы в нем мучительно блаженны,
В нем — средоточье горя моего,
— he held his expressive gaze a little longer, — Страдание мое и торжество.
Пускай меня погубит это имя, —
Но нету в мире имени любимей.
Silence. The lad is looking at me, waiting. Still noise from works on yard was entering the room through half-opened windows.
Finally I said:
– This is wonderful.
– You are – parried he.
Having gifted him with the most enchanting smile, I stood up, heading to the exit.
– Lady Anne, await -
could I hear before the doors closed.
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Historical Fiction«Those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul» |An insight into the lives of the monarchy through the eyes of the main figure| *От издания не требуется соответствовать подлинным событиям и фактам* 16+
