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,
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Или большие очи? Но порой
Всё 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 ее,
Отдать ей волю, жизнь, и рай, и всё,
Чтоб получить один, один лишь взгляд
Из тех, которых всё блаженство — яд!

Результаты (английский) 1:

She was as beautiful as a dream
child in many southern countries.
who will explain what it means beauty: plump boobs, Ile
slender flexible Stan

243 or big eyes? But sometimes it's not
we call beauty:
Mouth without words-love no one could Look without fire,
is scentless flower!
o heaven, I swear it was
lovely! ... I was burning, I trembled,
When irons, escape with Chela,
Silk golden arm its met.
I was ready to fall at the feet of her, to give her the will,
, and heaven and everything
to get one, just one look
of 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,
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or more eyes? But sometimes
it is not all we call beauty:
Mouth without words - love nobody could
gaze without fire - odorless flower!
Heavens, I swear, it was
perfect! .. I was burning, I was in awe,
When curls running down on the face ,
gold silk hand met his.
I was ready to fall at her feet,
gave her the will, life, and heaven, and all
to get one, one look
from those which 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 complete, Iles is slender flexible stan,
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large or drown? But sometimes
all of this does not synthesize we beauty:
God without words - love no one could,
look without a fire - without smell flower!
on the sky, I swear, it was
beautiful!.. I uncle, 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!