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6TABLE
5TAKE
4TAKEN
5TALE
7TALK
7TALL
2TAM
2TAMBOURINE
1TANK
1TANT
2TANTE
2TASTE
1TAT
2TEA
6TEAR
7TEL
2TELL
3TEMP
5TEMPLE
3TEMPO
16TENDER
3TERRA
2TERRE
1TERRY
2TERSBOURG
3TES
9TEXT
12THAN
95THAT
7THEE
7THEIR
10THEM
13THEME
3THEORY
49THERE
7THESE
23THEY
3THICK
4THIN
6THING
3THINK
2THINKING
8THIRD
4THIRST
84THIS
5THOMA
2THOMSON
14THOSE
4THOU
6THOUGH
9THOUGHT
7THREE
1THROAT
17THROUGH
3THROWN
15THUS
2THY
60TIME
5TIRED
2TIRING
2TIS
3TODAY
7TOGETHER
4TOKYO
2TOLD
7TOO
5TOOK
2TORCH
54TORINO
7TORMENT
2TORN
13TORONTO
2TOUCHED
2TOUS
14TOUT
3TOUTE
2TOWARD
7TOWER
4TOWN
1TRADE
2TRADITION
2TRAGIC
5TRANSLATED
5TRANSPARENT
2TRAVERSE
5TRE
17TREE
2TREMBLING
4TRIPTYCH
2TRISTA
2TRIUMPHANT
2TROP
5TRUE
4TRULY
1TRUTH
2TURN
6TURNED
1TUTTE
4TWENTY
10TWO

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по слову THERE

1. * * * (Before the spring arrives there are such days)
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Часть текста: Before the spring arrives there are such days: Under the thick snow cover rests the lawn, The dry-and-jolly trees are making noise, Tender and strong, the wind is warm. And body is amazed at its own lightness, And your own home is alien to you, And song that had just previously been tiring With worry you are singing just like new.
2. * * * (In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom)
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Часть текста: In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom Falling to my knees, I did before thee vow That your way will be my way Wherever it will go. Thus heard Yaroslav in a white coffin And angels made of gold in his stead. Like pigeons, weave the simple words And now near the sunny heads. And if I get weak, I dream of an icon And there are ten steps on it, all are blessed. In menacing voice of the Sofian ringing I hear the sound of your unrest.
3. Anna Akhmatova. White Flock
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Часть текста: been so altered) * * * (He walked over fields and over village) * * * (He was jealous, fearful and tender) * * * (How can you look at Nieva) * * * (How I love, how I loved to stare) * * * (How often did I curse) * * * (How spacious are these squares) * * * (I came over to the pine forest) * * * (I do not count mortal days) * * * (I dream less of him, dear God be gloried) * * * (I have ceased and desisted from smiling) * * * (I have visions of hilly Pavlovsk) * * * (I know, that you are my reward) * * * (I myself have freely chosen) * * * (I remember you only rarely) * * * (I see capital through the flurry) * * * (I was born not late and not early) * * * (I will lead a man to dear one) * * * (I will quietly in the churchyard) * * * (Immortelle's dry and pink. On the fresh heaven) * * * (In boat or in horsecart) * * * (In intimacy there exists a line) * * * (In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom) * * * (In the sleep to me is given) * * * (Instead of wisdom - experience, bare) * * * (It seems as though the voice of man) * * * (Just like a cold noreaster) * * * (Like a white stone at the bottom of the well) * * * (My shadow has remained there and is angstful) * * * (My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker) * * * (No, my prince, I am not the one) * * * (Not mystery and not sadness) * * * (Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked) * * * (Oh, there are unrepeated words) * * * (Oh,...
4. * * * (This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirst)
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Часть текста: This way I prayed: "Slake the dumb thirst Of singing with a sweet libation!" But to the earthling of the earth There can be no liberation. Like smoke from sacrifice, that it could not Fly Strength- and Glory-ward - alas - But only clouded at the feet And, as if praying, kissed the grass. Thus I, O Lord, before thee bow: Will reach the fire of the sky My lashes that are closed for now And muteness utter and divine?
5. * * * (The blue lacquer dims of heaven)
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Часть текста: The blue lacquer dims of heaven, And the song is better heard. It's the little trumpet made of dirt, There's no reason for her to complain. Why does she forgive me, And whoever told her of my sins? Or is that this voice that now repeats The last poems that you wrote for me?

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