Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Once a man clambering to the housetops
Appealed to the heavens.
With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres;
A warrior’s shout he raised to the suns.
Lo, at last, there was a dot on the clouds,
And -- at last and at last --
-- God -- the sky was filled with armies.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A little ink more or less!
4. There was set before me a mighty hill
5. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground

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