Читать книгу The Egg and I - Betty Bard MacDonald - Страница 9
ОглавлениеNOVEMBER
No sun—no moon—no morn—no noon, No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day, No warmth—no cheerfulness—no healthful ease, No road, no street, no t'other side the way, No comfortable feel in any member— No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!
—Hood—