Тёмная волшебница
The winter went, the summer went,
The winter came around;
But the hard, green ice was strong as death,
And the voice of hope sank to a breath,
Yet caught at every sound.
A Ballad of Sir John Franklin By George Henry Boker
The winter came around;
But the hard, green ice was strong as death,
And the voice of hope sank to a breath,
Yet caught at every sound.
A Ballad of Sir John Franklin By George Henry Boker
