Текст оригинала на английском языке At a Dinner Party With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain--could one expect So dull a world to know? You look across the fruit and flowers, My glance your glances find.-- It is our secret, only ours, Since all the world is blind. |
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