Текст оригинала на английском языке * * * A learned man came to me once. He said, ”I know the way, -- come.” And I was overjoyed at this. Together we hastened. Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet. I clung to the hand of my friend; But at last he cried, ”I am lost.” |
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