Текст оригинала на английском языке
The Road To Kerity
Do you remember the two old people we passed on the road to Kerity, Resting their sack on the stones, by the drenched wayside, Looking at us with their lightless eyes through the driving rain, and then out again To the rocks, and the long white line of the tide: Frozen ghosts that were children once, husband and wife, father, and mother, Looking at us with those frozen eyes; have you ever seen anything quite so chilled or so old? But we - with our arms about each other, We did not feel the cold!
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