Âñïîìíèëîñü.. |
Âàðêàëîñü.
Õëèâêèå øîðüêè
Ïûðÿëèñü ïî íàâå.
È õðþêîòàëè çåëþêè
Êàê ìþìçèêè â ìîâå.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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