Она была прекрасна, как мечтаРебенк

Она была прекрасна, как мечта
Ребенка под светилом южных стран;
Кто объяснит, что значит красота:
Грудь полная иль стройный гибкий стан
Или большие очи? — но порой
Все это не зовем мы красотой:
Уста без слов — любить никто не мог;
Взор без огня — без запаха цветок! —
О небо, я клянусь, она была
Прекрасна!... я горел, я трепетал,
Когда кудрей, сбегающих с чела,
Шелк золотой рукой своей встречал,
Я был готов упасть к ногам её,
Отдать ей волю, жизнь, и рай, и все,
Чтоб получить один, один лишь взгляд
Из тех, которых все блаженство — яд! —

Результаты (английский) 1:

She was as beautiful as a dreamThe child under the lantern of the southern countries;Who will explain what it means beauty:Plump boobs Ile slender flexible millOr big eyes? but sometimesWe call all this beauty:Mouth without words — no one could love;Gaze without fire, without smell flower! —On the sky, I swear, it wasBeautiful!... I was burning, I trembled,When irons, escape with Chela,Silk golden arm its metI was ready to fall at the feet of her,To give her the will to live, and the paradise and all,To get one, just one lookOf those whom all bliss is poison! —

Результаты (английский) 2:

She was beautiful, like a dream
child under luminary southern countries;
Who can explain what it means beauty:
Chest full il slender supple figure
or large eyes? - But sometimes
it's not all we call beauty:
The mouth without words - no one could love;
gaze without fire - odorless flower! -
On the palate, I swear, it was
wonderful! ... I was burning, I trembled
when curls, running down on the face,
gold silk hand his met
I was ready to fall at the feet of her,
gave her the will, life, and heaven, and everything
to get one, just one glance
of those all bliss - poison! -

Результаты (английский) 3:

It was beautiful, like a dream
child under the светилом southern countries;
who will explain that means beauty:
Chest full Iles is slender flexible stan
or large iniquity? - But sometimes
all of this does not synthesize we beauty:
God without words - love no one could;
look without fire, without smell flower! -
ON THE sky, I swear, she была
Прекрасна! ... i shone, i among orientalists,
when Riccioli Shampoo, inhabitants with Wilton Littlechild,
silk gold hand its truest,
I was ready to fall to the footwell it,
to her will, life, and a safe haven, and all,
we obtain one, only one view
from those, which are all bliss - poison! -