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diper (13.02.2011 19:43, просмотров: 1544) ответил LordN на есть тут немцы?
The Hexli (Little Witch) I whittled at a stick one day, - 'T was just to pass the time away; A little girl cam tripping by, With rosy looks and witching eye. With artless smile and simple grace, She looked me sweetly in my face, And said, 'That knife is sharp, I ween, - Another thing will cut as keen.' And then she laughed, and said, 'Good-day,' And like a dream had flown away; The voice, the look, was with me still, When all at once I felt me ill. I could not work, I could not play; I saw and heard her all the day. That witching eye was sharp, I ween; O, that was what would cut so keen. I saw and heard her day and night,- Her voice so soft, her eye so bright: When others lay in slumber sweet, I heard the clock each hour repeat. I could not stay and linger so: Like one entranced, away I go; Through field and forest, far and wide, I seek if there the witch doth hide. By bush and brake, by rock and hill, Where'er I go, I see her still: The little girl, with witching eye, Is ever, ever tripping by. Through town and village, too, I stray; At every house I call and say, 'O, can you tell me where to find The little girl that witched my mind?' I've sought her many a weary mile; Methought I saw her all the while: Ah! if I can't the witch obtain, I never shall be well again. Johann Peter Hebel Translated by James Gates Percival