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9WAIT
10WALK
1WALKER
3WALL
1WALPOLE
2WALTER
5WANDER
8WANT
1WANTED
4WAR
1WARD
8WARM
1WARMTH
51WAS
1WASH
1WASN
2WAST
2WASTE
1WATCH
9WATER
1WATERFALL
1WATERY
1WATTEAU
1WAUGH
2WAVE
26WAY
4WEAK
1WEALTHY
1WEAVE
3WEDDING
1WEDNESDAY
2WEEK
1WEEKLY
1WEEKS
1WEEP
15WELL
4WELLS
4WELT
6WENT
19WERE
1WESTERNER
3WET
25WHEN
1WHEREVER
3WHETHER
14WHICH
1WHISPER
1WHIT
26WHITE
2WHITEN
1WHOEVER
1WHOLE
3WHOM
4WHOSE
15WHY
7WIDE
4WIE
7WIENER
1WIGGED
66WILL
1WILSON
14WIND
1WINDING
1WINDMILL
7WINDOW
2WINDOWS
4WINDS
4WINE
6WING
6WINTER
1WINTERS
1WIPE
20WISDOM
2WISE
2WISH
9WITCH
79WITH
2WITHIN
11WITHOUT
1WITNESS
1WIVES
3WOE
3WOMAN
5WON
2WOOD
2WOODEN
22WORD
11WORKS
17WORLD
2WORMWOOD
1WORRIED
6WORRY
3WORSE
3WORTH
11WOULD
2WOUND
2WOUNDED
4WOVE
2WRITE
4WRITER

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по слову WHITE

1. * * * (I will lead a man to dear one)
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Часть текста: I will lead a man to dear one - I don't want the little joy - And I'll quietly lay to sleep The glad, tired little boy. In a chilly room once more I will pray to Mother of God, It is hard to be a hermit, To be happy is also hard. Only fiery sleep will come to me, I'll enter a temple on the hill, Five-domed, white, and stone-hewn, On the paths remembered well.
2. * * * (Where is your gypsy boy, tall one)
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Часть текста: "Where is your gypsy boy, tall one, That over black kerchief did weep, Where is your small first child What memory of him do you keep?" "Mother's role is a sweet torture, I was not worthy of it. The gate dissolved into white heaven, Magdalene took the kid. "Each day for me is happy and jolly, I got lost in a too-long spring, Only arms pine away for a burden Only his cries in my sleep ring. "The heart will be restless and weary And no memory cross my mind, I still wander in rooms dark and bleary And his crib still attempt to find."
3. * * * (We'll be with each other, dear)
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Часть текста: We'll be with each other, dear, All now know we are together, And the wily laughs and putdowns Like a distant tambourine Can't insult us any longer And can't give us injury. Where we married - we don't know, But this church at once did glimmer With that furious beaming light That only the angels know How to bring upon white wings. And the time is now such, Fearful city, fearful year. How can now be parted Me from you and you from me?
4. Anna Akhmatova. White Flock
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Часть текста: angel, who betrothed us) * * * (Every evening I receive) * * * (From memory of you I will remove that day) * * * (God is unkind to gardeners and reapers) * * * (Has my fate really 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, this was a cold day) * * * (On the blooming lilac bushes) * * * (She came up. I did not show my worry) * * * (Somewhere is light and happy, in elation) * * * (That voice, with great quietude arguing) * * * (The blue lacquer dims of heaven) * * * (The early chills are most pleasant to me) * * * (The fifth ...
5. * * * (Best for me loudly the gaming-poems to say)
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Часть текста: Best for me loudly the gaming-poems to say, And for you the hoarse harmonica to play! And having left, hugging, for the night of late, Lose a band from a stiff, tight plait. Best for me your child to rock and sway, And for you to make fifty rubles in a day, And to go on memory day to cemetery There to look upon the white God's lilac tree.

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