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“...И нека сто години да горя сред грях,не ме страх от ада,мъките презрях;но по …”

“What shall I do, today? Visit the pub?Sit down in a garden with a book? A birdf…”

“A piece of bread,some fresh water,the shadow of a tree and your eyes, my belove…”

“Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are …”