Edward Lear (Ýäâàðä Ëèð)

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There was an Old Man who said, 'How
Shall I flee from that horrible cow?
I will sit on this stile,
And continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that cow.' 

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Êàê ñïàñòèñü îò ñâèðåïîé Êîðîâû?
Ìîæåò, êðèêíóòü åé: «Áóäüòå çäîðîâû!»
	Ìîæåò, âëåçòü íà êàðíèç
	È ñïðîñèòü å¸: «Ìèññ,
Îò÷åãî âû ñî ìíîé òàê ñóðîâû?»


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Âñå ïåðåâîäû Åâãåíèÿ Ôåëüäìàíà

1. Imitation of The Olden Poets
2. There Was A Young Person Of Crete
3. There Was a Young Lady of Turkey
4. There Was An Old Lady Whose Folly
5. There Was An Old Person Of Basing

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