Воронья губа. Из фотографий Евгения Захарова. Июнь 2008

Воронья губа. Из фотографий Евгения Захарова. Июнь 2008

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Edgar Poe. Raven

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