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1GABRIEL
1GADGET
1GAIN
3GALA
2GALLERY
1GAME
3GAMING
1GAR
12GARDEN
3GARDENER
2GARLAND
1GARRED
4GATE
4GATES
4GATHERED
16GAUTIER
3GAVE
1GEN
1GENERAL
2GENEROSITY
1GENEROUS
2GENEVIEVE
2GENII
10GENIUS
2GENRE
1GENTLY
8GEORGE
2GERARD
7GET
1GHOST
1GIB
3GIBSON
2GIFT
24GIOVANNI
3GIRL
1GIRLFRIEND
1GIT
16GIULIO
12GIVE
8GIVEN
6GLAD
2GLASNOST
6GLASS
1GLAZIER
1GLI
4GLIMMER
2GLISTEN
3GLORI
1GLORIA
2GLORIOUS
10GLORY
28GOD
1GOES
1GOETHE
1GOING
2GOLD
4GOLDEN
8GONE
4GOOD
3GOODBYE
1GORGE
2GORGEOUS
1GOSPEL
2GOT
1GOUT
2GOWN
1GOYA
1GRACE
1GRACEFUL
1GRADUATE
1GRAMMARIAN
2GRAN
13GRAND
7GRANDE
1GRANDMOTHER
3GRANITE
3GRASS
1GRATEFUL
1GRATITUDE
4GRAVE
1GRAVES
5GRAY
7GREAT
4GREATEST
3GREEN
2GREENE
1GREW
1GREY
1GROOM
1GROTESQUE
2GROUND
2GROUP
3GROVE
2GROW
2GROWING
5GROWN
9GUEST
1GUILT
1GUN
3GYPSY

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по слову GIVEN

1. * * * (In the sleep to me is given)
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Часть текста: In the sleep to me is given Our last eden of stars up high City of clean water towers, Golden Bakchisarai There behind a colored fencing By the pensive water stalled Village of the Tsar's gardens With rejoicing we recalled. And the eagles of Catherine Suddenly recognized - it's that! He had flown to valley bottom From the ornate bronze-clad gate. That the song of parting heartache In the memory longer lives, The dark-bodied mother autumn Brought to me the redding leaves And she sprinkled on her soles Where we parted in the sun And from where for land of shadows You had left, my soothing one.
2. * * * (To lose the freshness of the words and sense, for us)
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Часть текста: To lose the freshness of the words and sense, for us, Is it same as for an artist to lose vision, Or for an actor - voice and motion, Or for a gorgeous woman - her finesse? But do not seek now for yourself to keep What heaven has given to you below: We have been judged - and we ourselves both know - To give away, and not to keep. Or else alone you go to heal the blind, To know yourself in heavy hour of doubt The students' smug shaudenfreude And the uncaring of mankind.
3. * * * (Not mystery and not sadness)
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Часть текста: Not mystery and not sadness, Not the wise will of fate - These meetings have always given Impression of fight and hate. And I, having guessed your coming's Minute and circumstance, In the bent arms the slightly Tingling feeling did sense. And with dry fingers I mangled The colorful tablecloth.. I understood even then How small was this earth.
4. * * * (When with a strong but tired hand)
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Часть текста: When with a strong but tired hand In dreary capital of nation Upon the whiteness of the page I did record my recantations, And wind into the window round Poured in a wet and silent stream The sky was burning, burning bright With smoky dawn, it so did seem. I did not look at the Nieva, The dawn-drenched granite did not view, And it appeared that that I, awake, my Unforgettable, saw you.. But then the unexpected night Covered the before-autumn town, That, so as to assist my flight, The ashen shadows melted down. I only took with me the cross, That you had given on day of treason That wormwood steppe should be in bloom And winds, like sirens, sing in season. And here upon an empty wall He keeps me from the broodings dour And I don't fear to recall Anything - even the final hour.
5. * * * (Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house)
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Часть текста: Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house Not as a kid in love, but as a husband Courageous, harsh and in control. The calm before the storm is fearful to my soul. You ask me what it is that I have done of late With given unto me forever love and fate. I have betrayed you. And this to repeat - Oh, if you could one moment tire of it! The killer's sleep is haunted, dead man said, Death's angel thus awaits me at deathbed. Forgive me now. Lord teaches to forgive. In burning agony my flesh does live, And already the spirit gently sleeps, A garden I recall, tender with autumn leaves And cries of cranes, and the black fields around.. How sweet it would be with you underground!

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