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Шевелит ногами непрожеванный крик.

“Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his …”

“There’s a monument due me by rank alreadyI’d blow the damn thing up with dynami…”

“There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me,There are no gray hairs in my soul!Shak…”

“If you prefer, I'll be pure raging meat, or if you prefer, as the sky changes t…”