Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир)

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There was an old man of Port Grigor,
Whose actions were noted for vigour;
	He stood on his head  
	Till his waistcoat turned red,
That eclectic old man of Port Grigor. 

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Молвил Старец по имени Тэд:
«На макушке хоть тысячу лет
	Простою – не беда, 
	Но дождусь я, когда
Покраснеет мой синий жилет!»

© Перевод Евг. Фельдмана
10.10.1987
22.08.2016 (ред.)
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